"Mm, you may leave!" Dexun waved his hand impatiently. "We have our own plans for how to proceed!"
"Yes!" Qi Ming shook his head, answered, and flew off to the side.
"What does Fellow Daoist Hengming think?" Dexun glanced at Qi Ming, then turned and asked.
After a moment's thought, Hengming frowned. "What Fellow Daoist Qi said does make sense! But the problem is, how can we go around them? If these hundred and sixty thousand people split apart, that leaves eighty thousand on each side, making it even easier for the sword cultivators to break us!"
"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Dexun said. "Though there are only a dozen or so sword cultivators ahead, there must be quite a few hidden ones! Even if those dozen sword cultivators bypassed these people to scout behind them, there would only be one inevitable outcome—death! If you don't believe me, let us go forward and see. I'd wager that those disciples absolutely cannot return!"
"Hehe~" Hengming could only give a foolish sort of laugh and said no more.
The group flew onward. Sure enough, nearly two li ahead, a dozen or so swordsmen in dark sword robes were suspended in the air not far away.
The dozen swordsmen stood somewhat sparsely, in groups of two or three, yet the distances between them varied, and each faced a different direction! Even the heights at which they stood in midair were not the same!
Only the sharp-mouthed old man standing highest among them, his face full of bitterness and his back slightly hunched, faced the hundred and sixty thousand Dao Sect cultivators head-on!
Seeing the densely packed cultivators, the old man forcibly stretched his waist and raised both arms as though loosening his bones before calling out, "This old man is Qingfeng of the