On the hillside behind the courtyard, auras surged all around, as though a thin mist had risen, casting every blade of grass and every tree in the courtyard in a hazy gray.
Before the rain could touch the ground, it was pulverized in midair, as though an entire area had been sealed off.
The middle-aged man in magnificent robes barely maintained his cultivation above the peak seventh realm, almost half a step into the eighth realm.
An old man, a candle guttering in the wind, held a sword in one hand.
Unlike the old man, the sword gleamed with vigor, carrying an innate killing aura.
Inside the pavilion stood a woman dressed in red, with tree roots as thick as arms clinging around her.
Li Ping'an's energy circulated around him, shielding his body.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression somewhat grave.
There were too many of them. It seemed he couldn't win.
Li Ping'an suddenly looked up into the air. Old Ox was riding the Flying Sword, carrying everyone away into the distance, but their pursuers followed close behind.
His figure vanished from the spot in an instant, appearing high above the abandoned residence in the distance.
"Don't let them escape!"
But the three confronting Li Ping'an all struck at once, half a beat too late.
The Fusang Saber had already slashed down, surging forward and forcibly driving the pursuers back.
It bought Jing Yu and the others time to escape.
"Boy, you'd better worry about yourself first."
An arc swept past the aged swordsman's side, and sword qi curled into a stream of blades, flying outward.
The middle-aged man in white robes leaped into the air and hurled a punch.
The lightning-fast, heavy punch came without any evasive movement or unnecessary motion.
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