After everyone had finished laughing, True Person Liukong rose again, looked into the distance, and said, "There haven't been any sword cultivators harassing Xuntian City for more than ten days. Xuan Jing and the others will likely need some more time to set up the formation. We cannot remain idle either. Come, which fellow Daoist is willing to test the might of the sword cultivators' formation with this poor Daoist?"
"Let's go, let's go, let's go..." Several Nascent Soul cultivators rose to their feet and clamored, "We ought to make a trip there. Even if we cannot achieve anything, we cannot let the sword cultivators learn of our plans!"
With that, several streaks of differently colored radiance shot skyward from the snowy peak, flying out of the orange-red glow and straight toward various directions around Xuntian City.
Before long, enormous howls arose from all around Xuntian City. Five hurricanes of different colors surged into the air like mad dragons. Wherever the hurricanes passed, falling snowflakes vanished in an instant. The area spanning over a hundred miles around Xuntian City was suddenly swept clean, while even the dense crimson clouds high in the sky were affected, rolled into immensely long waves of cloud like a raging sea. Ripples spread layer upon layer through those cloud waves, while sounds like muffled thunder reverberated overhead, pounding against everyone's hearts like war drums beaten with all one's strength.
Mirroring the sky above was the space over Xuntian City that the hurricanes had just swept through! Not only had the snowflakes vanished, even sound itself seemed to have been driven away, leaving behind a terrifying silence. Yet that silence lasted only a moment. With a "whoosh," the five hurricanes slammed downward. Every wisp of radiance within them produced a sound and tremendous force whenever it