"Dui Ling! Form up!" Cui Hongshen had thought further ahead. Sweeping the scene with his divine sense and seeing the danger everywhere, he hurriedly stopped Dui Ling's impulsiveness and called for everyone to maintain their back-to-back formation. He and Dui Qimeng remained at the very front.
"Damn it, that was what I wanted to say!" Xiao Hua was beside himself with rage. He had only just painstakingly come up with those lines, shouted a single sentence, and Cui Hongshen, Zhen Minghui, and the others had snatched all the rest of his words away!
But who had the time to care about him now? Their hearts were filled with grief and indignation as they drove all their magic power into motion, bringing out artifacts and magic treasures of every color. They protected not only themselves, but also the nearby disciples!
"Tch~~~" Xiao Hua thought for a moment, then muttered inwardly, Was there any need to be this impulsive? Any need to act as though death were home? That old undead Sword Transformation cultivator has already left. Isn't Jiming Mountain now this young master's domain? As long as you nine don't go running around, this young master can protect you no matter what!
Though he thought so, Xiao Hua still slapped his hand against his storage space, and the Town Cloud Seal, which he had not brought out earlier, flew forth. The instant it appeared, the Town Cloud Seal let out a "buzzing" hum. All manner of Yingluo condensed around it, swiftly absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and emitting a bronze-colored radiance that shielded all ten of them together!
Of course, that radiance was exceedingly thin, looking as though a Sword Cultivator's flying sword could break through it with a single thrust!
"Xiao Hua, don't protect us. Just make sure you