"These... must be the disciples of the three sects who were blocking the entrance to Mingxi earlier, along with disciples from other sects who attacked their defenses!" Xiao Hua swept his divine sense over the nearly two hundred corpses and understood. Finally, his gaze settled on the vortex formed by the Netherworld Wind!
Above the vortex, two mid Foundation Establishment cultivators had each deployed their magic treasures and were fighting to the death over the Netherworld Lotus below them! More than a dozen puppets also circled around the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, joining the battle from time to time!
One of them needed no introduction—it was Mo Qingyuan, who had just left. The other was a cultivator who looked somewhat familiar to Xiao Hua!
"Eh? That is Zhen Ping, Martial Uncle Zhen from your Zhen Thunder Palace... Why is he here?" Xun Shu did not know Mo Qingyuan, but she recognized the other Foundation Establishment cultivator fighting him. She glanced at Xiao Hua and spoke in astonishment.
"What? A cultivator from Zhen Thunder Palace?" Xiao Hua's expression shifted slightly as he said in a low voice, "Could he be a disciple of Yan Lei Ridge?"
"Oh no, Martial Uncle Zhen really is... really is a disciple of Yan Lei Ridge!" Xun Shu seemed to have thought of something, and her tone grew somewhat gloomy. "Junior Brother Xiao, you... you wouldn't..."
"No hurry. Let us watch first..." Xiao Hua's face was exceptionally grim. How could he fail to think of what Xun Shu had thought of? Why would a disciple of Yan Lei Ridge appear here for no reason? Even if he had not come intentionally, given Xiao Hua's grudge with Yan Lei Ridge, this unintentional encounter had become an intentional complication!
As Zhen Ping's Bright Thunder spun, it emitted a