At the scarred burly man's words, the faces of more than half the Immortal Cultivators of Spirit Creek Bay changed once again.
Then the cultivators aboard the three spirit rafts flew out and moved aside of their own accord, revealing a white-haired old man in a black robe, his face ruddy and glowing.
"Lu Bafang!"
As soon as the cultivators of Spirit Rhinoceros Bay saw the white-haired old man, every gaze fell on him. Someone involuntarily uttered his name in apprehension.
The white-haired old man merely shook his sleeve, and spiritual energy fluctuations far beyond late Qi Refining spread from his body. With a sinister smile, he threatened them:
"You never expected this, did you? Even at my age, I managed to break through the late-stage bottleneck. I've now reached the Qi Refining Perfection Realm, and no longer need to fear that beast."
"You have two choices now: get lost immediately and hand over Spirit Rhinoceros Bay, or I'll cut you down one by one and leave every last one of your lives here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man turned his wrist, and a pale red long blade appeared in his hand. He ran a finger along its edge.
Whoosh!
Flames several feet long rolled up from the blade, sending waves of scorching heat surging in every direction. The rapidly rising temperature in the surrounding air made the hearts of Spirit Rhinoceros Bay's cultivators sink.
The Immortal Cultivators from Seven-Star Pool seized the opportunity to press forward from both sides, all but encircling everyone from Spirit Creek Bay.
"Hmph. What a racket."
Just then, a man's cold snort suddenly sounded in the nearby air. It was not particularly loud, yet it was bone-chillingly cold and reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.
Then, with a soft pop,