"Strange. Could the battle already be over?" Xiao Hua pinched his chin and pondered to himself. Just then, amid the rushing river and drifting ice, a corpse suddenly surfaced from beneath the water, then immediately sank back down. A few threads of blood remained on the surface, slowly dispersing!
Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes. "Since corpses are drifting downstream, there must have been fighting upstream!"
He did not dare delay. He hurriedly released his Buddhist sense and flew along the river toward its source!
Yet after flying only a short while, he gave up. The river twisted and turned around the mountain ridges; he could hardly fly around every ridge along with it, could he?
He shot into the sky and hurried north!
Sure enough, after the time it took to eat a meal, he saw more than a dozen Bright Sword Swordsmen atop a distant ridge, surrounding and attacking several mid Foundation Establishment Qingfeng Valley cultivators!
The Qingfeng Valley cultivators could no longer hold on. Their defeat was plain to see, and they could only barely endure amid the sword light! There were no other cultivators nearby. Within the time it took to brew a cup of tea, they would surely all die at the hands of the sword cultivators.
"Do not harm cultivators of my Dao Sect!!!" Xiao Hua shouted. With a sweep of his hand, he took out the demonic hammer and charged toward the ridge!
"Hahaha~ Someone else has come to die!" A bald, gleaming-headed swordsman looked up and burst into laughter. "I was just saying these few cultivators were not enough to go around, and now another mid Foundation Establishment cultivator has delivered himself to us!"
As he spoke, the swordsman pointed a finger, and a Greenwood Sword flew out from the fierce battle, stabbing