When the smoke and wind dispersed, the cultivator in the green robe had already been beheaded and his body slain, the drum seized, his remains falling into the ground full of wind, snow, and hail, staining the land red.
As for Immortal Luo, she was also in a robe of blood, her face as pale as gold paper, slumped on the ground, raising a flower basket over her head, releasing thousands of auspicious rays, countless golden flowers, establishing a circular array to protect herself, closing her eyes, focusing her mind, taking medicine and elixirs, and urgently channeling energy to heal her wounds.
Regarding Tie Dan, he stood high in the clouds, amidst the chaotic snow and ice, hissing and regulating his breath in the ice storm. In his hand, a three-foot green blade shone, a sharp leaf blade hovering three inches from his brow, flickering, gathering strands of golden light, while resembling a leaf stuck to his brow.
"Hiss... Daoist Cheng actually lost too..."
