"So it’s a fellow Sword Cultivator from the Washing Sword Pavilion. What happened at Tianxiong Pass?" Zhangsun Wuji observed the attire of the man in white, which belonged to the Washing Sword Pavilion. This sect was located on Washing Sword Mountain at Tianxiong Pass. For a moment, connecting the bizarre appearance of the Zhuyan, he frowned and asked.
"No more nonsense! This guy has recognized you; kill him and clean up this village before we move!" The fat-faced man from the Vajra Sect was impatient. In an instant, he wielded the Big Seal and smashed it towards Gongsun Wuji.
A mighty power instantly manifested, thundering through the sky.
The other two also hardened their expressions, channeling a massive sword and the Scarlet Gold Gourd, spewing fierce Sword Qi and a sky full of Fire Birds, encircling and attacking Gongsun Wuji.
A great boom echoed all at once.
After a dozen breaths, a resounding Sword sound erupted, a storm of Sword Qi swept violently around, creating a cacophony of metallic clashes.
When the blinding Spirit Light dissipated,
The man in black in the center had vanished without a trace, and with him, the pile of demon flesh.
Furious, the three men swiftly turned their gaze towards the southeast.
"Damn it, he took the flesh with him."
As dawn broke, the sun rose among the mountains.
Myriads of golden light showered over the mountains and forests, in addition to spilling onto a stream of Iron Armor Cold Light surging through forests, creeks, and over cliffs: the troops of the Ninth Mountain Army, after resting, pressed on.
At this moment, the oppressive and solemn atmosphere from the previous night had somewhat lifted; among the troops, growing calls resounded, bold and expansive, galloping through the woods.
Continuing north-westward for another seven hundred li, upon reaching the waist of a mountain, Chen Yuan’s eyebrows suddenly twitched, followed by a raised hand.
An Orderly Officer shouted.
The Troops immediately became orderly and unified, pulling the reins to halt their march.
At this point, Chen Yuan reined his horse and looked up, then galloped to the summit, reaching a plateau atop a Flying Cliff.
Upon the cliff’s edge, Chen Yuan’s eyes flickered with specks of golden light as he looked into the distance.
Dozens of li away, among the mountain woods, a figure in black with a torn sleeve and a Sword Box buzzing on its back, wrapped in roaming sword light, was moving rapidly through the forest.
Above the forest, several beams of light were bombarding the figure in black.
Chen Yuan squinted his eyes.
It was Gongsun Wuji, whom he had bid farewell to earlier.
Golden light promptly converged in his eyes into a vivid point, followed by an intense golden light streaking down from the cliff.
The Magic Eye Golden Light crossed the ten-odd li distance in a flash, thunderously sweeping over a swath of forest between the two sides.
Where the golden light passed, it was as if two golden blades had slashed through, sending trees flying and earth and rocks shattering.
The three streaks of light abruptly halted.
Gongsun Wuji, in the forest ahead, following the direction of the golden light, saw the figure upon the white horse on the distant cliff!
Immediately, his typically serious expression broke into a smile.
Sword light burst around him, hurtling diagonally into the air, stepping on the trailing sword light as he shot towards the Flying Cliff.
A call with a cupped-fist salute rang out.
Not too far away, the three white-clad Sword Cultivators, startled by the heavenly golden light blocking their way, cast astonished and skeptical glances at the figure on the white horse and green clothes atop the distant cliff.
Gongsun Wuji seemed to have met an acquaintance!
But they were determined to get the Demon Blood flesh; how could they just watch as something so close to their grasp flew away?
The three men shouted out!
"Where do you think you’re going?"
They joined forces and charged towards the Flying Cliff.
Just then, a rumbling sound erupted.
Leading the way, a Black Bottom Gold Edge Flag emerged, fluttering in the wind.
After that, flickers of Iron Armor Cold Light shimmered atop the cliff, revealing their forms.
"The Mountain-cutting Army!"
A shout of surprise went up.
Seeing the Black Bottom Gold Edge Mountain Flag in the mountain breeze, fluttering proudly, the faces of the three from the Washing Sword Pavilion, Vajra Mountain, and Li family all changed in unison, and their eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.
How could they encounter the Mountain-cutting Army in these deep, old forests?
And that figure atop the white horse in green clothes leading them?
The three men thought of a possibility.
Without a moment’s agreement, the three halted their advance and simultaneously turned to flee into the distance.