"Scatter! Quickly scatter!"
The White Ghost sent out his Divine Thought.
Both Mo Taoist and Joyful Zen Master sensed something was wrong…
Zhou Ceng remained silent, only accelerating relentlessly.
This white-clad martial artist, igniting the Great Acupoint Divine Fire, exchanged his "Qi Blood Life" for a momentary burst of speed.
Rumble!
At the same time, a bone-chilling Killing Intent swept out from above the Red Leaf Throne.
An old man, who had been sitting silently, straightened his back. His slightly trembling hand suddenly steadied. Ye Zhu grasped the long sword resting across his knees. With a soft hum, the sword tip settled, pointing towards the surge of golden light, at the location of the three Southern Border Sect Masters.
"This is..."
Ye Qinglian's heart trembled.
All the disciples of Baihua Valley raised their heads.
Their expressions were bewildered.
