Seeing this, Xiao Hua was filled with emotion. Li Xiang had made it clear during their trip to Yaotai Mountain: he had to conceal his talents, he had to keep a low profile. Although Li Xiang might not have seen the immortal soldiers hidden within this mist, he also knew that the Confucian cultivators would not readily let off Daoist sect cultivators. Xiao Hua had rashly wanted to save these Golden Core cultivators and display his extraordinary prowess, but now he truly had the will but not the strength. Several Golden Core cultivators were scattered around the grand array. He had only used the Soaring Flood Dragon Scissors to slay over a dozen immortal soldiers when he was about to summon the Nascent Soul hand to cover the nearest Golden Core cultivator. Then came the sound of surging waves as countless icy currents flashing with an extreme chill emerged throughout the grand array. Ice cavalrymen several zhang tall bulged eerily out of those currents, and Righteous Qi Pillars once again roared into them. Strands of deep-blue radiance seeped from the ice cavalrymen, and the Azure Dragon sabers they swung were more formidable than any magical artifact, cleaving cracks through the void that appeared out of thin air. Even Golden Core cultivators' magic treasures could not achieve such an effect. The Confucian cultivators... were gradually revealing their methods!
The moment these ice cavalrymen appeared, the Golden Core cultivators were utterly horrified. Their faces turning ashen was one thing; every last trace of life had been extinguished in their hearts. The earlier ice-river iron armor had already beaten them into a miserable rout, and these ice cavalrymen were several times stronger still. The Golden Core cultivators had lost all fighting spirit. In particular, the Golden Core cultivator near Xiao Hua's confined area