Like an agile monkey, Xu Fan darted and leaped through the mountains, relentlessly dashing toward the foot of the hill!
Chaos reigned within Ohno Temple, and the defenses on the Qingyun Mountain were consequently weakened. Xu Fan hurried down the mountain without facing any obstruction.
Soon, he returned to Ohno Temple.
As he descended the mountain, the clamor of battle inside the temple grew louder. Xu Fan followed the sounds and quickly reached the main hall.
"This..."
Though the night was deepening, the candlelight in the temple still provided enough illumination to reveal the combatants in the fray.
They were all dressed in the attire of Ancient Cultivators!
"Ancient Cultivators fighting amongst themselves? What on earth is happening?"
These Ancient Cultivators were in a tangle, showing no mercy, each move a fatal strike, their crazed eyes terrifying to behold.
Xu Fan watched with his brows furrowed tightly.
"Looks like they've been poisoned..."
