"To think it was you?!"
"Are you another remnant of the Sacred Fire Cult?!"
Jiang Lesheng cried out involuntarily.
Though he phrased it as a question, he had already reached his conclusion, and his expression finally changed dramatically.
His opponent could stand shoulder to shoulder with the sect's Golden Core candidates and had extensive experience from hunting countless evil cultivators. A second-rate Foundation Establishment cultivator like him could not compare.
Moreover, his opponents had clearly planned this for a long time and come prepared, and they outnumbered his group.
I can't fight them head-on!
The thought flashed through Jiang Lesheng's mind.
He unleashed his Divine Sense, sweeping every corner within a third of a mile. Though he kept his magical artifacts fully activated, he was already thinking of retreat and preparing to seize a chance to flee.
As long as the green mountains remained, there would be no shortage of firewood!
Attempting what he knew was impossible was not bravery but stupidity. It would change nothing and only cost him his life for no reason.
An experienced traveler of the Cultivation World, Jiang Lesheng had long since prepared means of escape. He merely needed a little time to activate them and a suitable opportunity.
"End this quickly!"
Tang Tianbao landed on the ground, showing no intention of answering his opponent's questions.
Forming a hand seal with his left hand, he held a bright yellow flying sword spirit artifact in his right. With a lift of his arm, he unleashed a dazzling streak of sword light.
Though he had a reputation for virtue and treated ordinary cultivators with composure, that courtesy certainly did not extend to cultivators of the Divine Sand Sect, with whom his hatred ran as deep as the sea!
The rise and fall of two sects, a hatred