At Old Wang's words, everyone stopped preparing to retreat.
He had a point. They were all evil cultivators, doing things that enraged heaven and drew the hatred of men. Judging by the blood qi Li Xingtian had displayed earlier, never mind calling over people from the Heavenly Derivation Sect-if they didn't cut him down on sight, that alone would prove he had a silver tongue.
It was just that the Eighteen Immortal Sects' reputation was too formidable. Recently, every rustle of wind and cry of a crane had set nerves on edge, and this boy's strange movements had made everyone lose their heads for a moment.
Old Wang breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Two people hold one off, and the other three attack the other!"
They exchanged glances, then headed toward the Heavenly Derivation Sect disciples.
Old Wang also leaned forward and advanced, choosing to join the group fighting three against one.
But the group that had only just rallied soon fell apart again.
The Spirit Treasure longsword in one Heavenly Derivation Sect disciple's hand blazed with brilliant light, the resonance of the Dao emerging along its edge. With an icy expression, he slashed at the evil cultivator with the Ghost-Head Saber, who had charged ahead fastest.
Cold light flashed past. In that single flash, it dispersed the black spiritual power that blotted out the sky and sun.
For an instant, heaven and earth seemed to fall silent, and every evil cultivator's gaze was drawn to that sword strike.
The aura of a divine ability spilled out and swept through the surroundings.
At that moment, no one spoke. No one shouted anything anymore. No one even checked whether the Ghost-Head Saber cultivator was still alive.
Everyone very rationally shot off in different directions. They had all recognized