Not long after Han Li and his two companions entered the Golden Drum Plains, they encountered three cultivators from the Ghost Spirit Sect: one at late Foundation Establishment and two at middle Foundation Establishment.
Han Li quickly engaged the late Foundation Establishment cultivator leading them, while Wu Xuan and Dong Xuan'er each faced a middle Foundation Establishment cultivator. All three battles raged fiercely.
Han Li had somehow acquired a top-tier flying sword of excellent quality. Despite being at middle Foundation Establishment, he steadily suppressed his late Foundation Establishment opponent.
Dong Xuan'er carried treasures Hongfu had left her: a jade ring magic artifact for protection, which blocked every attack her opponent launched, and a red flying sword with exceptionally fierce offensive power. Though only at early Foundation Establishment, she completely suppressed the middle Foundation Establishment cultivator facing her.
Wu Xuan fared far worse. Not only was he merely at early Foundation Establishment, but he also lacked any powerful magic artifacts. The Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator had him firmly pinned down.
Wu Xuan's face flushed crimson. Losing to his opponent was bad enough, but being forced onto the back foot in front of the woman he loved most filled him with rage. Yet there was nothing he could do except seethe helplessly.
His opponent immediately seized on an opening caused by his distraction. A flying sword skimmed past his cheek, drawing thin trickles of blood and giving him a fright.
Seeing that Wu Xuan could barely hold on, Han Li sighed. Ordinarily, he would never have helped Wu Xuan, but Li Huayuan had appointed him leader of this team. He could hardly stand by and let a teammate die; otherwise, he would have trouble explaining himself afterward.
With that in mind, Han Li took out a pair of Top-Grade Flying Forks and