Just as despair gripped the Wu Household, Liu Changxu and his two companions finally arrived at Yunping Mountain.
Seeing the once lofty, picturesque Yunping Mountain turned into a hell on earth, Liu Changxu felt their suffering as his own. If the Liu Household failed to repel the evil cultivators, its people would meet the same fate.
Wu Yunyue, who had managed to remain calm until then, could no longer contain her emotions and began to sob quietly!
When the evil cultivator chief at the great perfection of Foundation Establishment saw the three racing toward him, he was utterly baffled. He had never imagined there could be people so foolish as to dash here at a time like this, throwing eggs against a rock. Had he not killed enough people already?
He flew over to meet Liu Changxu and his companions, studying the three curiously. He truly could not see anything remarkable about them that would give them the courage to challenge him.
Liu Changxu had no intention of exchanging words with an evil cultivator. Without a word, he released his four second-tier spirit beasts from his Spirit Beast Bag, then summoned his Golden Flood Dragon Spear and charged at the evil cultivator chief.
His father, Liu Shihao, also released his spirit beast, a Silver-Eared Macaque, then raised his sword and charged at the nearest Foundation Establishment evil cultivator.
Only when he saw the five second-tier spirit beasts before him did the evil cultivator chief understand where the handsome young Foundation Establishment middle stage cultivator charging at him with a spear drew his confidence.
Still, he regarded Liu Changxu with utter disdain. In his eyes, this young man was merely a freshly weaned calf, completely ignorant of the gulf between the middle stage and the great perfection of Foundation Establishment.
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