No sooner had Deng Lingqiong finished speaking than several figures arrived together from Dragon-Subduing Pass. Every aura and manifestation marked them as nine-turn cultivators. Some rode the wind, some traveled on light, and others stood on flying swords. They quietly surrounded Zhang Yuan and Liu Yihong, their gazes wary.
"Fellow Daoists, cultivation is no easy feat. Why not heed my advice and leave at once? I can let bygones be bygones. Otherwise, today will be the day you die!"
With reinforcements arriving, Deng Lingqiong grew more confident and shouted.
Zhang Yuan's eyes flickered. Nine nine-turn Qi Refining cultivators-a truly lavish lineup. A fellow nine-turn cultivator would be brought down by their Divine Abilities within a few exchanges. Unfortunately, Deng Lingqiong had gotten one thing wrong: Zhang Yuan was not at nine turns, but ten.
Under their watchful gazes.
Zhang Yuan slowly raised the magic sword Light-Splitting above his head.
[Three Calamities Returning to Origin Divine Radiance]!
The magic sword abruptly lit up, and three-colored divine radiance soared into the sky. The manifestations of the three calamities within it instantly sent the surrounding nine-turn Deng Clan cultivators' expressions changing. Deeply wary, they hurriedly retreated to dodge.
"What a killing Divine Ability! No wonder you have the nerve to run wild at our Deng Clan's Dragon-Subduing Pass."
Among the Wen River Deng Clan's Qi Refining Perfected Persons, there were disciples renowned for their killing power, but beside this three-colored divine radiance, they really did pale in comparison.
Deng Lingqiong was also quite startled. He immediately said, "Clan brothers, kill this wretch at once! Hold nothing back!"
Even a lion used its full strength to hunt a rabbit. He had lived his entire life cautiously, and the man before him was certainly no ordinary opponent. He immediately abandoned the idea of taking him