“It's him.” Fang Chen's divine soul stared at Zhou Yiseng. He was dressed similarly to what Chen Da had described. His aura too was very similar to Xu Hui and company. That had to be Senior Bei.1

“His injuries have recovered. We should stop wasting time and take him down together already!” 0

“Yes!” The six other cultivators yelled in unison. The strongest cultivator took the lead and they all sprang into action, each bringing out their own treasure and unleashing their various methods.0

The mountain valley was suddenly enveloped in a dazzling array of colors. Just the mere scene of the cultivators fighting could leave any mortal overwhelmed with awe, and that was purely based on the incredulity of the scene, not their might per se.0

Zhou Yiseng laughed heartily. “Y’all are just a bunch of clowns!" Then, the levitating long sword transformed into a streak of light...0