On the battleground, ecstasy shone in the eyes of the disciples wearing the golden robes, as they saw that their comrades had arrived to aid them in the battle.

“Junior Brother Chen!”

“Senior Brother Liang!”

The five disciples who had just arrived immediately rushed into the battle. 

As soon as they entered the fray, the battle was equally matched and its momentum was changed immediately. Soon, the disciples wearing the yellow robes with poisonous scorpion emblem were at a disadvantage.

If the disciples in the yellow robes continued falling underwind, they would be defeated in less than an hour.

But Huang Xiaolong’s attention was on the small crimson thistle growing out from the cliff wall, which was not far away from the battle. That small thistle was entirely crimson with faint flames dancing...