At this moment.
The besieged Xiao family members formed a battle array with the carriages.
Although every guard in the convoy was wounded, not one surrendered; all stood ready with swords and knives.
There were not many cultivators among them, only a few, and they were all warlocks mainly focused on artifact refining.
Encountering the Chong Sect's body refiners at a low tier, they indeed had no choice but to endure being beaten.
Being captured by Chong Sanchun and his disciples was to be expected.
Yet among them, one person seemed entirely different.
The young man's eyes were calm; though he appeared gentle, there was a hint of arrogance.
He stood at the forefront of his family, with a long sword embedded in the ground beside him, standing with hands behind his back.
As if waiting for someone.
