"Junior Brother Wu, take Xiao Fan away," Gu Qingyang said in a low voice.
Wu Tong nodded and prepared to leave with Li Fan.
"Hmph."
Only to hear Wang Daoxuan snort coldly. He took a step forward, his figure appearing above Li Mountain, where a giant sword manifested within the vast heavens and earth, falling from the sky.
Golden patterns emerged on the enormous sword, spanning the sky above Li Mountain as if it were the sword of judgment.
The Li Mountain Disciples were terrified watching the scene unfold before them. From different directions, immensely sharp auras descended, all were Li Mountain Sword Cultivators, shielding the disciples.
The Peak Masters from each peak of Li Mountain also arrived, standing at the forefront.
Gu Qingyang stepped forward, and behind him, a similarly terrifying giant sword appeared, soaring straight up to clash with Wang Daoxuan's golden sword.
