If the White Cloud Temple cultivators discovered that he was the notorious "Demon Head Qing Yang" on their list,
he would probably attract their attention immediately, and might even be hunted down by Daoist Ziyun. Naturally, he would not make such a mistake.
After weathering this round of attacks, Liu Yu did not linger to fight.
With his magical artifacts circling around him, he immediately steered the dark-yellow flying sword toward Immortal Palace City, covering fifty or sixty zhang in an instant.
He moved fast indeed, but several others were even faster. By then, they had already fled nearly a li from Heavenly King Mountain!
One of them was none other than the familiar Cang Lan. He rode a pitch-black flying dagger magical artifact, while an insect cloud gathered into a shield before him, effortlessly blocking every attack.
These spirit insects were copper-yellow all over, with silver spots scattered across their backs. Their defenses were extraordinary.
Even attacks from top-grade magical artifacts could not kill them outright. Only a handful were knocked down, and they soon flew unsteadily back.
With a Golden Core cultivator from White Cloud Temple liable to arrive at any moment, the spectators naturally entertained no strange notions of "fighting shoulder to shoulder." As soon as the enemy's offensive eased slightly, they prepared to flee.
"Hmph, trying to escape?"
The blue-robed Daoist from White Cloud Temple had noticed Liu Yu early on. Seeing him about to escape, he actually rode his magical artifact straight after him, perhaps out of absolute confidence in his own strength!
In the space of a single breath, nearly half the spectators had ridden their magical artifacts away from the summit, leaving only a dozen or so scattered figures behind.
Perhaps they would never leave again.
"After them!"
Many White Cloud Temple cultivators