"Shut up!" Widow Feng grabbed her son's mouth.
Win?
At this moment, who talks about winning?
How could we win?
Suddenly, little Ye shouted, "It's little Su!"
Little Su?
You're losing your mind, child...
Lin Mu sighed lightly, shifting her gaze towards the sky, and suddenly, she was stunned.
The figure appearing on Kunlun Mountain Peak, the one blowing the war horn, wasn't that Lin Xiaosu?
"It's really him!" Lin's father shouted, "Someone said little Su is working for Qianlong, he's...he's leading an army over! But, where are his soldiers? Why are there only projections?"
Boom!
Heroic spirits rose from all directions!
Transforming into bullets, into swords and spears, covering the cultivator teams...
Cultivators fell, one after another, including the giants of the enlightenment realm high up.
Everyone was as if they were turned to stone...
North of the Yangtze River, heroic spirits rose in full force!
South of the Yangtze River, heroic spirits rose in full force!
