Unstoppable

"Qiyuan, you and the others escort your master and second martial uncle back to the inner valley. Junior brother, you and junior sister are badly hurt. You need to recover as soon as possible, so don't delay any longer. I'll go down and take a look, then come right back!"

His first words were for Feng Qiyuan and the others; the rest were a warning to his rather stubborn junior brother.

With that, he flew toward the battlefield at the foot of the mountain. He still had strength to fight, and Zhang Ming had already killed the enemy Golden Core cultivator with a surprise attack.

As a pseudo-Core cultivator, he would be a formidable force there. He simply could not compare with the body cultivator Zhang Ming.

He also thought Zhang Ming had benefited from the surprise attack, though Zhang Ming's strength genuinely frightened him. The man moved far too fast.

They were at the same level, yet Zhang Ming might be upon him before he could even form a spell.

Of course he had to go and help now. The enemy had chased him like a dog driven from its home, and the humiliation had weighed heavily on him.

More importantly, Zhang Ming had also brought people to set an ambush, and the Cangyu Sect's Golden Core cultivator had failed to detect them. That was almost beyond belief.

He wanted to see for himself who Zhang Ming was with: disciples of Fallen Star Valley, or cultivators from its subordinate sects.

For Zhang Ming to gather a group willing to follow his orders in so short a time, he was no ordinary man.

Zhu Luomu also knew that none of their squads had more than fifty people, while the pursuers numbered over a hundred.

There were around fourteen or fifteen