At dusk, a blinding white light streaked across the sky and crashed down onto the ground of the Mingdou Mountain Range.
As the white light faded, it revealed more than a dozen students. Regardless of their cultivation, the moment they landed, they could not help but vomit violently.
Xuan Zi had simply been too fast. With their current cultivation, they could not withstand it at all.
Xuan Zi curled his lips disdainfully.
"Look at how pathetic you are."
He called out lazily.
"Little Dai."
Dai Yueheng's face twitched violently. He wiped the corner of his mouth and stepped forward.
"What is it, Xuan Zi?"
Xuan Zi said flatly, "Our arrival caused too much of a disturbance. The military has already noticed us, and they'll be here soon. You deal with them. I'm going to sleep for a while. Getting old really does make everything tiring. Luckily, I ate well today."
Muttering to himself, he flashed away and vanished.
Sure enough, not long after, streams of light descended from the distant sky, landing precisely in their direction.
Dai Yueheng raised a hand and threw a punch into the air. At once, a ball of white light exploded three meters above his head, spreading into a white halo.
The descending figures immediately identified their position. Soon, a squad of thirty warriors, all clad in tight black leather armor, landed from the sky.
As they descended, they swiftly formed a circle and surrounded everyone from Shrek. At their head stood a stern-faced old man.
"Who are you? Why did you use Flying Soul Tools to approach our army?"
Dai Yueheng hurried forward.
"Elder Du, have you forgotten me?"
The old man froze upon hearing his voice, then revealed a delighted expression.
"Ah, it's Young Master! Young Master, why have you returned?"
Dai Yueheng