For a moment, both sides stood at daggers drawn, seemingly ready to fight at any second.
Lu Mian had thought he was in for a good show.
To his surprise, neither group actually made a move.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
More figures swept over.
They were all independent cultivators Lu Mian had encountered earlier.
They gazed at the temple ruins ahead, their eyes filled with greed and longing.
By now, who in the cultivation world did not know the wonders of an origin seed?
Absorbing just one could grant decades of cultivation out of thin air, and even bestow all sorts of strange abilities.
Now, only a short distance stood between them and an origin seed.
But when these independent cultivators noticed the Three Fiends of Heavenly Calamity and Feng Jikong's group, their gazes immediately turned fearful and hesitant.
The Three Fiends of Heavenly Calamity were notorious throughout the Wilds Great Plain.
Feng Jikong's reputation was no less impressive.
The young chief of the Wind Sand Tribe was exceptionally talented and reportedly on the verge of breaking through to the fourth realm: life mansion.
For a moment, some of the independent cultivators began thinking of backing out.
But even more of them hoped the Wind Sand Tribe and the Three Fiends of Heavenly Calamity would clash, preferably leaving both sides badly wounded.
Only then would they have a chance.
"One, two, three... six..."
"Exactly six."
"Three Fiends of Heavenly Calamity, let's deal with these independent cultivators first."
Feng Jikong had no intention of letting these independent cultivators reap the spoils.
A fight with the Three Fiends of Heavenly Calamity was inevitable, but before that, they had to clear out this trash.
"Just what I had in mind."
The blind man smiled.
He was a seasoned veteran himself, and naturally would not