Many were so immersed in battle that they never noticed the voice at all.
Naturally, quite a few heard it clearly.
But hearing it clearly was all they did, regardless of what was going through their minds.
With a formidable enemy before them, this was no time to get to the bottom of it.
The Old Sword Immortal had faced a Demon Sage and two Eighth-Realm Peak Great Demons without so much as furrowing his brow.
Yet after hearing that voice, his face grew dark and still as water.
Of course he recognized Qianlong's voice.
Qianlong was a feckless fellow. As the common folk would put it,
even dogs wanted nothing to do with him.
That was no exaggeration. He had actually seen the fellow
hold on to a dog by the roadside and chatter away at it for four whole hours.
The Old Sword Immortal had cursed the brat for having a screw loose, then thought again.
He himself had actually watched a fool talk to a dog for four hours, so he turned and left.
But he also knew very well that the fellow never muddled matters of importance.
This was nothing to joke about.
On a small battlefield to the southeast, with Li Ping'an holding the line,
and Old Ox and Qin Shi charging recklessly about, those two unreasonable fellows, the situation gradually improved.
The Wolf Guards had fallen, and Yang Jianbai had defected?
Li Ping'an frowned slightly upon hearing the news.
He was not from Demon-Suppressing Pass, yet that brief sentence alone made him recognize the gravity of the situation.
"Hey, hey! What's going on? Did that fellow Yang Jianbai botch things?"
Guiche could not help slamming a hand down, shattering the chair.
"I said before that human cultivators couldn't be trusted. What do we do