Watching the Chan He Sect disciples counterattack, then watching the Feiying Sect disciples meet them in frantic battle, Xiao Hua, the instigator of it all, wore an indescribably lonely expression! Back on the Three Great Continents, Daoist disciples had struggled to survive beneath the crushing pressure of Buddhism, Confucianism, and the Demon Race. Now, Buddhism, Daoism, Confucianism, and the Demon Race of the Three Great Continents had joined hands for the sake of life and death, resisting the World-Ending Mayflies. Yet looking again at the Yilin Continent before him, the two Daoist sects of the Qu Pu Immortal Alliance's human race were slaughtering one another! Setting aside the Feiying Sect's coercion and the Chan He Sect's counterattack, Xiao Hua simply felt an indescribable strangeness!
"Forget it..." Xiao Hua said somewhat listlessly, waving his hand. "Capture the Feiying Sect's sect leader. Whether you kill or flay him is entirely up to you. As for the other disciples... do not harm them excessively!"
Having said that, Xiao Hua turned and walked toward Star Cloud Ridge.
Liu Han Huan froze for a moment, then dared not delay as he hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Pang Liu Sheng. Yu Zhuo Hong, however, was still somewhat unconvinced and wanted to fly over to say something to Xiao Hua. At that moment, a flash of light streaked through midair, and Huang Xu flew in from afar, landing right beside Xiao Hua.
"This junior, Huang Xu, pays respects to Senior..." Before Huang Xu had even stabilized himself, he immediately bowed in salute. Where was the haughty air he had displayed just now?
"Oh?" Xiao Hua stopped and looked Huang Xu up and down, then said coldly, "What else do you want? Could it be... that you truly intend to fulfill your promise to the Feiying Sect?"