Chapter 1 Halfway Up Wanlong Peak's Thousand-Foot Cliff

An Qisheng pressed his palm against the steep stone wall, suspended in mid-air. Looking down, he saw a small platform hidden beneath a tangle of vines dozens of feet below.

This stone platform was less than a foot square, concealed by vines. Above it was a three-hundred-zhang cliff, and below, a nearly thousand-zhang abyss—truly a place of utter desperation.

Yet upon this stone platform, a small child curled up amidst the vines, binding himself with their tendrils, sleeping suspended in this perilous place.

The child appeared to be around seven or eight years old, his face sallow, his hair disheveled, his lips cracked like parched earth. Ragged clothes couldn't hide the injuries covering his body.

"This child has such great fortune..."

An Qisheng's gaze flickered, his thoughts running deep.

To survive alone in this disaster that wiped out his family, to grab onto life-saving vines after falling from the cliff, to survive for five days by gnawing on those vines, and to endure until he, himself, arrived.

Leaving aside the extremely vigorous will to survive, this luck alone was earth-shatteringly good.

He didn't need to read auras to know how deep this child's fortune ran.

An Qisheng could even imagine that, had he not arrived, someone else would have eventually discovered and rescued him.

Whoosh...

On the cliff face, An Qisheng descended a few times, already not far from the stone platform.

"Water..."

The child groaned and woke from his slumber.

Sun En woke in a daze. His blurry vision gradually cleared, and he saw, beneath the cascading sunlight, a Daoist priest with an immortal air, clad in flowing white robes, curiously studying him from the cliff above.

In those deep eyes, it seemed as if the sea, the stars, a profound, boundless expanse, were contained.

"Save... save me..."

The boy struggled to extend his wounded palm. It was faintly visible that his fingernails had all fallen off, and the bones of his fingertips had been worn flat.

An Qisheng slid down and grasped the wounded hand.

The boy only felt his body lighten; he was already in his arms.

An Qisheng, holding the boy, tapped the cliff face a few times with his palm.

As if in free fall, he plummeted down the cliff at an extremely fast speed.

........

On a dusty official road, a carriage slowly traveled.

Whoosh~

A black shadow somersaulted from afar, landing lightly beside the carriage and respectfully said:

"Reporting, Holy Son, that Yun Haitian has returned to the Xia Yi Sect from Wanlong Peak."

"Mm."

Feng Qingxuan, who was sitting cross-legged inside the carriage, slowly opened his eyes, a hint of languor in his expression:

"How is that 'Heroic King'?"

The black-clad swordsman bowed slightly:

"That Yun Haitian's feet do not touch the ground as he walks, covering hundreds of zhang in an instant, moving with wind and thunder. His aura is at its peak, like an enraged lion or tiger. This subordinate dared not approach."

"Master once commented on Yun Haitian, saying he is the strongest *qi* meridian of this generation. In essence, if the Crimson Serpent Dharma King hadn't injured his soul, he would have already achieved the Divine Meridian. You were right not to approach."

Feng Qingxuan didn't mind:

"You may leave. I shall travel alone to the Xia Yi Sect."

"Yes!"

The black-clad swordsman heard this without the slightest hesitation. Without moving, he had already disappeared from the side of the official road.

Only the unmanned carriage moved slowly towards the Xia Yi Sect, dozens of *li* away.

"Yun Haitian, I hope you live up to Master's comments and give me a surprise..."

Feng Qingxuan murmured to himself and slowly closed his eyes.

The carriage traveled slowly until midday, when Feng Qingxuan suddenly opened his eyes and let out a soft laugh of ambiguous meaning:

"Heh heh~"

Whinny~

A breeze blew past, and the horse let out a long neigh, the carriage curtain swaying.

Faintly visible, at the bend at the end of the straight official road, a line of great monks wearing cloth shoes and monk's robes stood quietly. The breeze lifted their robes, revealing their extremely muscular bodies.

The great monks stood in a line, blocking the way. Though silent, they were like mountains standing before him. Even from over a hundred zhang away, these several top-grade dragon horses dared not advance.

They seemed to sense immense danger, as if the air in front of them had become solid, preventing them from moving even an inch.

"The Buddha says all is emptiness, but you all seem to come with murderous intent..."

From within the lifted curtain, Feng Qingxuan's gaze was indifferent, a hint of annoyance on his face:

"As expected, not a word can be trusted from these bald donkeys!"

"Amitabha."

The great monks chanted the Buddha's name, sounding like the striking of a bronze bell, the Zen chant echoing on the long official road.

"Those who walk the demonic path are demons, those who walk the Buddhist path are Buddhas. Regardless of Buddha or demon, people are still people. As people, they have love, hate, and grudges. We are full of distractions; in this life, we cannot become Buddhas."

The only old monk among the great monks clasped his hands before him, his majestic true *qi* faintly visible:

"If it is for subduing demons, I shall not become a Buddha."

"Hahaha!"

From within the carriage, Feng Qingxuan laughed loudly:

"Subdue demons? Old bald donkey, with just you?"

"This benefactor's martial arts have reached the pinnacle, this old monk may not be your opponent..."

San De's expression was calm as he responded indifferently:

"The situation is pressing, but it can be broken. You cannot defeat Old Man Yun!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Feng Qingxuan's face was indifferent, his gaze extremely cold:

"Old bald donkey, to break my momentum, you are willing to risk these seven lives?"

San De was of the same generation as the current abbot of Huangjue Temple, San Kong, a master who had completed the Greater Heavenly Cycle for decades. The six great monks beside him, though only at the Lesser Heavenly Cycle, were obviously proficient in some kind of combined attack technique, with their positions faintly connected.

He was not afraid of the seven working together, but he could not say that he would emerge unscathed from a battle, and if he were hindered, the momentum he had built up over months would decline.

"We are trusted by Old Man Yun; how could we let him face it alone?"

San De said indifferently, his expression composed.

"Amitabha!"

Then, amidst the loudly chanted Buddha's name, the seven stepped forward together, making sounds like thunder cracking and bronze bells shaking:

"Our lives are here; will you take them?!"

Boom!

Amidst the terrified whinnies of the several dragon horses, the steel-framed carriage was instantly shattered into pieces by invisible true *qi*.

A surging torrent of *qi* suddenly rose on the long official road, stirring up layers of dust like a dragon.

Whoosh~~~

Within the crisscrossing torrent of *qi*.

Feng Qingxuan's cloak billowed, his slender fingers already gripping the pitch-black long saber.

Boom!

In the next instant, the ground cracked, and surging true *qi* rolled forth.

Feng Qingxuan stepped forward,

Lowered his body,

Drew his saber!

Zheng~~~

Amidst the saber's dragon-like cry, a brilliant saber light, like the sun hanging in the sky, rose into the air like a bolt of white silk.

With a whoosh, it cut through hundreds of zhang of *qi*, and arrived menacingly at the end of the official road:

"Old thing, you're courting death!!!"

........

The sun was high in the sky, the sunlight scorching. In the seventh month, the weather was extremely hot.

In front of the main hall of the Xia Yi Sect, in a place directly illuminated by the sun, a large group of people was crowded together.

Bai Xian'er stood not far away, beside a rockery, watching from afar.

Yun Haitian stood before the main hall, his body as straight as a spear. Even though his long hair was white, the strength of his presence was as prominent as the sun amidst the stars, making him impossible to ignore.

Dozens of people stood facing him a few zhang away.

Among those people, there were old and young, male and female. The person in the lead was a scholar of about thirty years old.

Between the two groups, there were many people crying and complaining.

Yun Dongliu stood beside Yun Haitian, his face extremely unsightly. He recognized that the twenty-odd people present were all people who had once received favors from the Xia Yi Sect.

"Heroic King, Heroic King ah!"

Before a faded red coffin, an old woman threw herself on the ground, weeping bitterly: "You have deceived this old woman so bitterly, so bitterly! My poor son, he was only eighteen!"

"Heroic King ah, if you want this old woman's life, just take it, why, why did it have to be my son who died!"

The old woman coughed blood as she shrieked, her voice like a vengeful ghost, causing the martial artists to frown.

Adding to that, seven or eight other people were kneeling on the ground, crying and complaining about the various outrageous things the Xia Yi Sect had done.

This made the martial artists dubious and hesitant to interrupt.

"Old hag!"

A martial artist couldn't stand the crying and couldn't help but interrupt loudly: "You say the Heroic King killed your son? That's utter nonsense!"

"That's right! What kind of person is the Heroic King? How could he kill your son for no reason?"

"Could it be that your son did something outrageous?"

"And you, saying the Xia Yi Sect has done so many evil things, what evidence do you have?"

Other martial artists also clamored.

"Heaven have mercy, my son has never dared to kill even a chicken in his life, how could he do anything evil?"

The old woman's trembling hand caressed the coffin, her bloodshot eyes looking at Yun Haitian:

"Heroic King ah, my son died at the hands of your disciple, is that not so?"

"Granny Huang."

Yun Dongliu's face was extremely unsightly, and he could no longer bear it.

He stepped forward two steps, looking at the old woman: "Granny Huang, my senior brother killed your son, and was executed by my master in front of the gate, you saw the body, is that not so?"

His presence was powerful, and his words made the old woman tremble.

Yun Dongliu ignored the old woman and looked at a middle-aged man in his forties, with only one arm and one leg:

"Jin Xiangrong! Sixteen years ago, the lone bandit Zuo Xingjian raped and killed your wife and daughter, and killed your parents and young son. Was it not my master who traveled seven thousand *li*, tracking him for three days and nights, to avenge you?"

Yun Dongliu's chest rose and fell as he looked at the others who were complaining:

"Li Asheng! Your brother's family died at the hands of the bandit Ji Gaoyuan, who was it that avenged you and retrieved your Li family's heirloom?"

"Nan Erniu! Your son was kidnapped by bandits, did you not seek help from my Xia Yi Sect? I ambushed them for four days and four nights, killing one hundred and twenty-six bandits, suffering sixteen knife wounds, to save your son, is there any falsehood in this?"

"Ye Peng! Seventeen years ago, your entire family was killed, was it not my master who traveled eight thousand *li* to avenge you..."

"Li San! That Liu Sandao defiled Wang Xiaoniang, killed Wang Yunbao's family, and sold Wang Xiaoniang into a brothel. I killed him, was there anything wrong with that?"

"Zhao Da! Your family servant colluded with your concubine to seize your family property and cut you thirteen times. Fortunately, my master passed by, treated your wounds, and retrieved your family property for you, have you suffered any loss?"

........

Yun Dongliu's anger flared as he stepped forward seven steps, calling out each incident one by one.

This made those people blush with shame, unable to speak.

The martial artists were even more amazed and scolded those people for being heartless.

"Such a silver tongue!"

The middle-aged scholar suddenly sneered.

"Qi Changping! My master traveled thousands of *li* seventeen years ago to avenge your family's extermination, what is the reason for you to bring people here today to slander my master?"

Yun Dongliu glared angrily.

With a great enemy approaching, if these people disturbed his master's state of mind, it was very likely that it would directly lead to his master's defeat.

This was something he could never tolerate.

"Is that so?"

Qi Changping's face sank immediately, and he looked directly at the silent Yun Haitian: "Old wretch, was it you who killed my Qi family's three hundred and forty-six people?!"

The surrounding martial artists' hearts jumped, looking at the Xia Yi Sect in disbelief.

"Spitting blood!"

Yun Dongliu and the disciples of the Xia Yi Sect were all furious, their true *qi* surging, wishing they could immediately attack.

"Stop!"

Yun Haitian, who had been silent for a long time, waved his hand, suppressing the uproar.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over everyone. Dozens of 'victims' did not dare to meet his eyes and lowered their heads.

Only Qi Changping stared straight at him, his face full of anger.

"Since you dare to come, since you dare to speak, then you must have evidence..."

Yun Haitian stood in the scorching sunlight, neither happy nor angry:

"Bring it for this old man to see!"

His voice was vast and upright, as hot as the sunlight streaming down.

"I..."

A trace of struggle appeared on Qi Changping's face, but it disappeared in an instant. He reached out and pulled out someone from behind, who looked like a human:

"This is my family's servant. In that fire, he hid in the cesspool and luckily escaped the disaster!"

Plop~

The person knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to the surrounding martial artists. His face, burned like a ghoul, was a scene of horror:

"Yes, it was, it was Yun, Yun Haitian who killed everyone in the Qi family, it was him, it was him... Ah! No, don't kill me!"

He turned around and saw Yun Haitian, suddenly shouting, and threw himself on the ground like a madman, actually banging himself to death!

Boom!

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The hundreds of heroes in front of the hall instantly erupted.

Unlike these ordinary people, in their opinion, even if the Xia Yi Sect had really done these things, it might not be a big deal, but the Qi family's reputation was also very great back then, and there were many people who had received their favors.

If their family was really killed by the Xia Yi Sect, then it would really be a shocking event.

"Is that all?"

Yun Haitian suddenly laughed, his laughter seeming extremely happy.

"What are you laughing at?"

Qi Changping couldn't help but roar: "Old thief, you have been selling your reputation all your life, killing my whole family and pretending to be benevolent and righteous, you are really the number one villain in the world!"

"Bastard!"

Yun Dongliu was furious and was about to step forward.

But his shoulder sank, and when he turned back, it was Yun Haitian.

Yun Haitian shook his head slightly, and then spoke indifferently:

"Sixty years ago, from the day my *qi* meridians were perfected, anyone I wanted to kill, even if they were hiding in the Six Prisons Demonic Sect, if I wanted to kill them, I would kill them."

His voice was calm, but the intent contained within was what he had consistently carried out for more than sixty years.

Even Qi Changping, who hated him extremely, was silent when he heard these words.

Because this was the truth.

"If I want to kill someone, who here can live? Who can escape?"

Yun Haitian looked around, his tone carrying an indescribable emotion:

"What do you all think?"

A silence fell.

Many martial artists were speechless.

"Old Brother Yun, these words are far-fetched."

Just then, a voice of doubt suddenly came from behind Yun Haitian.

Han Feng walked out expressionlessly:

"There is no wall that doesn't leak wind. If it were as Old Brother said, then how did you discover that the Demonic Sect killed Lin Wanwan's family back then?"

"Han Feng..."

Yun Haitian's expression finally changed.

In his life, he had made countless enemies, but only two or three friends, and Han Feng was one of the few.

He suddenly shook his head and sighed:

"So, you don't believe me either..."

A long sigh, under the scorching sun, caused a chill to rise in everyone's hearts.

This chill was not strong, but it seemed to rise from the bottom of their hearts.

It was so cold that it made their hearts ache, so cold that they wanted to cry.

"Such a powerful 'Spirit'..."

In the shadows in the distance, beneath a red veil, a hint of astonishment appeared on Wu Shuang's peerless face.

Even from dozens of zhang away, a trace of sorrow rose in her heart.

She knew that this was not her own feeling, but that Yun Haitian's 'Spirit' was extremely powerful, and an unintentional change in mood affected all the martial artists present, and even many masters who had achieved great *qi* meridians!

Wu Shuang had never imagined that such a powerful 'Spirit' could be experienced in someone who had not achieved the Divine Meridian.

But at the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this Yun Haitian was indeed incomparably strong, the spiritual injury left by the Crimson Serpent Dharma King was still there, and his spirit could not be complete. At this time, fluctuations had finally occurred.

It was like a cloud suddenly appearing in a clear sky without a cloud.

Although it was insignificant, it was the difference between perfection and imperfection, and the difference between them could not be measured by reason.

"I still have a witness!"

Qi Changping gritted his teeth and suddenly pointed to a thin figure in the Xia Yi Sect.

"That's right!"

Under the gaze of the crowd, the thin man raised his head, answering expressionlessly:

"The massacre seventeen years ago was indeed done by my master. At that time, I was on the side."

"Yun Dongfeng!"

"Seventh Senior Brother!"

"You!"

The surrounding crowd suddenly clamored.

The disciples of the Xia Yi Sect were even more furious, unable to believe their eyes.

"It's him, it's him who killed my son!"

"It was him who killed my senior brother!"

"It's him! It's him who defiled my daughter!"

When Yun Dongfeng raised his head, the 'victims' who had been silent before suddenly cried out, as if they had finally seen their enemy.

Each of them roared, wanting to devour him alive.

"Old Brother Yun, I never thought you would be this kind of person!"

"Selling your reputation to this point! What a pity, what a joke!"

"How could I, Yan Cang, a good man, be with someone like you!"

At this time, the masters who had achieved great *qi* meridians also finally spoke and left.

In an instant, except for his own disciples, Yun Haitian was almost completely empty.

"Old Brother Yun, this is the last time I'll call you that."

Han Feng sighed and also walked to the opposite side.

For a time, everyone pointed fingers, everyone cursed, and the surging murderous intent was ten times more violent than the respect they had once had, causing the faces of the disciples of the Xia Yi Sect to turn pale and their hearts to despair.

Amid the surging crowd, only Yun Haitian was still calm, and his body was still straight, without any change.

"Old Brother Yun, there must be a hidden reason for this. I, Nangong Qing, have known you for many years, and I absolutely don't believe you are this kind of person."

Nangong Qing gritted his teeth and looked at Yun Haitian.

"It's rare that Brother Nangong still believes in me."

Yun Haitian shook his head at him, and then looked at Qi Changping:

"Have you finished speaking?"

"Finished..."

Qi Changping nodded unconsciously. In his opinion, Yun Haitian was doomed this time.

"Yun has acted in his life without shame to heaven and earth, without shame to all living beings, without shame to his heart, but I never thought it would be so ridiculous..."

After looking around at everyone for the third time, Yun Haitian sighed:

"But what makes you think that I, Yun, have lived for ninety years and can't even teach my disciples well?"

"Mm?"

In the shadows in the distance, Wu Shuang's face changed.

Sure enough, Yun Dongfeng suddenly burst into laughter, knelt down, kowtowed three times to Yun Haitian, and then raised his head, looking at Qi Changping with incomparable mockery:

"Although gold and silver are abundant, beauties are good, martial arts are exquisite, and pills are tempting, how can they compare to my master's teachings?"

"You! You actually!"

Qi Changping's face changed drastically, and he turned around, wanting to rise into the air.

But he only felt an invisible energy pressing down like a mountain, suppressing him to the ground.

Boom!

Amidst the change in the faces of the surrounding martial artists, which looked like a large dyehouse, Yun Haitian suddenly stepped on the ground, and an invisible airflow roared, rushing out like a boundless sea, surging and crisscrossing!

In an instant, thousands of martial artists were pushed out several zhang by him alone.

Then he let out a long roar, his long arm raised, and he pushed out with his palm.

Rumble!

The vast Xia Yi Sect shook, many rockeries collapsed one after another, and soil and stones flew everywhere.

Only to see a true *qi* as solid as a substance, unbelievably majestic, gushing out at the moment he pushed out his palm.

Like the Milky Way falling from the sky, like the boundless ocean raising waves, it made a sound like a terrifying tidal wave.

In just an instant, dozens of zhang of space had been punched into a vacuum by the surging true *qi*, and the violent air pressure instantly penetrated dozens of zhang, smashing a house, lifting it off the ground, and shattering it into dust in the sky.

"Hmph!"

In the shadows and dust, Wu Shuang let out a muffled groan, and her whole person flew backwards.

Just one palm, and it was so earth-shattering.

All the martial artists changed their expressions, and Bai Xian'er, who was hiding in the crowd, was even more pale.

"Such palm strength, shocking the world!"

Red clothes streaked across the sky, landing on the tall flagpole in front of the Xia Yi Sect, clothes fluttering:

"Heroic King, worthy of being the Heroic King!"

Wu Shuang's eyes sparkled, amazed by Yun Haitian's palm strength.

But she knew that this day's event was not a complete failure after all. Yun Haitian's state of mind was definitely not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

"White Lotus Heart Sutra, so you are that old madam's disciple, no wonder you are so insidious!"

With one palm strike, Yun Haitian's robes fluttered, and his face was cold.

But he did not continue to attack.

Only because an extremely sharp *qi* had already soared into the sky in the distance.

That saber intent was extremely sharp, soaring into the sky as if to pierce the sky and disturb the clouds.

"Women, after all, it is difficult to achieve great things!"

From thousands of zhang away, Feng Qingxuan's voice seemed to pierce through the void, echoing clearly throughout the entire Xia Yi Sect.

And as his voice fell, his figure had already come to the front of the Xia Yi Sect from afar.

These words were spoken to Wu Shuang on the flagpole.

"Yun Haitian! You really did not disappoint me!"

Even though they were separated by layers of houses, Feng Qingxuan seemed to be standing opposite Yun Haitian, making a faint sound.

"In the end, I let you develop your potential."

Yun Haitian's sleeves fluttered, and his gaze was condensed:

"Then I will kill you together, so that the old demon will also feel pain!"

"Old fellow, you are thinking too much!"

Feng Qingxuan smiled faintly, and his cold, saber-like eyes looked at Wu Shuang:

"After today, you will be this Holy Son's plaything."

"Feng Qingxuan! Do you think that's all there is?"

Hearing this, unexpectedly, Wu Shuang was not angry. A faint smile appeared on her flawless face behind the veil:

"Could it be that you have forgotten that my best skill is the Soul-Seizing Great Art?"

"What?"

Feng Qingxuan's heart trembled, and he secretly called out that things were not good.

Sure enough, at the moment Wu Shuang's voice fell, thousands of sounds of piercing through the air suddenly came from the Xia Yi Sect!

"Crimson Serpent Qi-Breaking Needles!"

Feng Qingxuan's face immediately turned gloomy.

When *qi* meridians are greatly completed, the network of *qi* meridians spreads throughout the body, forming a network of true *qi* that is constantly defending itself.

This layer of *qi* meridian network runs through the muscles and bones, and is unimaginably tough.

If it is not extremely sharp, or absolutely crushing power, ordinary means will not be able to hurt the masters who have achieved great *qi* meridians.

There are only a few hidden weapons that can kill *qi* meridian masters. The court's *mai*-breaking needles and the Six Prisons Demonic Sect's Crimson Serpent Qi-Breaking Needles are such hidden weapons.

"Yun Dongliu!!!"

Sure enough, the roars that could not be covered by the cries of the Xia Yi Sect rang out.

"How is that possible!"

The many disciples of the Xia Yi Sect in front of the hall were wide-eyed, unable to believe it.

The last person to initiate the hidden weapon attack was Yun Dongliu, who had been by Yun Haitian's side from beginning to end!

"Dongliu!"

Yun Haitian, his face red, struck out with his palm, his surging true *qi* pushing out, about to kill Yun Dongliu with one palm.

But at the last moment, his true *qi* suddenly retracted, and with a heavy palm, he sent Yun Dongliu flying more than ten zhang into the air, tumbling several times and throwing him out of the Xia Yi Sect!

He fell heavily into the dust.

"Pfft!"

Immediately, Yun Haitian's burly body swayed, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood as hot as magma.

"Master!"

"Heroic King!"

"Old Brother Yun!"

The martial artists around all swarmed over.

Nangong Qing and others showed painful expressions:

"Old Brother Yun, you, why?"

"Cough cough!"

Yun Haitian waved his hand to push everyone away, and stepped out towards the outside of the Xia Yi Sect:

"Those who come are guests, if they die, they should die behind me!"

Even if it was extremely close, even if it was caught off guard, with his means, it would have been enough to avoid the Crimson Serpent Qi-Breaking Needles.

But if he dodged, under that wave of hidden weapons, the martial artists here would inevitably die seven or eight out of ten.

This place was the Xia Yi Sect.

He was Yun Haitian.

The person who launched the hidden weapons was his disciple.

How could he dodge?

How could he not dodge?

"Wu Shuang!!!"

On the wide open space in front of the Xia Yi Sect, Feng Qingxuan roared to the sky, about to draw his saber.

But that Wu Shuang had already retreated more than a hundred zhang when she spoke, leaving only a chuckle:

"Yun Haitian has not yet died, a dying struggle may not be able to help you break through that threshold, if you unleashed this saber at me, you wouldn't have a shred of a chance!"

"Bitch, bitch!!"

Feng Qingxuan's killing intent was fierce in his heart, but after a slight hesitation, he still loosened his grip on his long saber.

Because at this time, Yun Haitian, with a flushed face but still standing tall, had already walked out of the gate, looking at him from afar.

The tiger's remaining power was still there. At this time, seriously injured, his aura was much stronger than at any other time.

Making him dare not be careless.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, with the tension of a drawn bow!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~

Amidst the scattered dust and air currents.

Yun Haitian stood as firm as a mountain, his flushed eyes staring at Feng Qingxuan:

"You and I, die together!"

"Old thing..."

Feng Qingxuan's cloak billowed, his palm pressing down on his long saber. The saber was drawn half an inch, and the cold light was already about to burst out.

Whinny~~~

Just then, a loud horse neighing broke through the air.

Everyone looked over.

Only to see a white-robed Daoist priest riding a red horse from afar, rushing through the dust like a dragon!