"Clang!"
Li Weiyi drew his blade, the Slave Horse Slayer, discarding the scabbard, and strode over the giant stone statue. He moved along the banks of the boiling river, following the flickering shadows in the fog.
"Boom!"
"Rumble!"
In the mist, dozens of arcs of spiritual energy collided and wove together. The sounds of battle were intense and deafening. On the ground lay three corpses, clad in the unified martial attire of the Qing Li Tribe—two boys and one girl, all around the age of fourteen or fifteen.
The two Nine Springs Adepts of the Nine Li Tribe, along with more than twenty young martial practitioners of the Eight Springs and Seven Springs, had clashed with the attackers. From time to time, one would fall into a pool of blood, the scene exceedingly brutal. No one had expected the attack to come so suddenly.
They had only just separated from the Five Seas Realm cultivators of their tribe. Yao Yin and Yin Twenty-Five had joined the fray, each facing a Nine Springs Adept from the Sui Sect: Yang Yun and Huo Zhanbai from the Three Chen Palace.
"The Five Seas Realm cultivators of the Nine Li Tribe haven’t gone far. If they return, you will definitely pay the price," Yao Yin warned.