Upon hearing this, everyone naturally fell silent at once. But Li Zongbao suddenly flew several zhang to one side, slapped his storage bag, and took out an oddly shaped jade pendant. Driven by spiritual power, the pendant transformed into a streak of light and shot away...
"It seems Martial Uncle Zhuo Hui has sent some message, but divine sense cannot reach very far here..." this Xiao explained.
Sure enough, before half the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed, two streaks of light flew back from afar and landed together in Li Zongbao's hand. When Li Zongbao immersed his divine sense into the flying communication talisman, realization appeared on his face. He looked up at the eager crowd and smiled. "The battle at Flowing Ice Valley has ended! Martial Uncle Zhuo Hui, Martial Uncle Li Feiyu of the Changbai Sect, and Martial Uncle Xu Bo of Qingfeng Valley joined forces to kill Qin Muming of the Void Sky Sword Sect! However, Martial Uncle Li Feiyu... suffered Qin Muming's final blow before death..."
The crowd had been about to cheer upon hearing the first half, but that final sentence brutally shattered their jubilant expressions. The Changbai Sect cultivators all revealed furious looks. "Go! Let us kill all the remaining sword cultivators and avenge Martial Uncle Li!"
"Good!" The Changbai Sect disciples answered in unison and extended invitations to the Joyful Sect and Qingfeng Valley disciples.
"Go!! Kill the sword cultivators!!" The Joyful Sect and Qingfeng Valley disciples naturally could not refuse such a righteous cause. At one call, a hundred answered...
Yet just then, a faint rumbling of earth-shaking, mountain-quaking tremors sounded from afar. At first, it was exceedingly slight, like thunder rolling across the horizon, but the sound was unceasing, one rumble after another, drawing nearer