Everyone froze in place.
Their gazes towards Lu Qingshan were filled with curiosity and shock.
It was Ning De who regained his composure first, speaking sternly, "What are you staring at? Hurry up and tidy up the battlefield and reassure the frightened mortals."
It was naturally impossible for only Underworld Cultivators to exist on the small island; that would be too obvious.
As a cover, there were also a considerable number of mortals living there.
Their recent commotion had already alarmed these mortals.
Besides, as an important sub-temple of the Netherworld, there certainly were many secrets to be dealt with.
The cultivators from Noble Guard Tower snapped out of their daze and quickly dispersed to handle the aftermath.
Meanwhile, Lu Qingshan gathered the few hundred Storage Rings brought back by the Flying Sword and let his Divine Sense wander through them, inspecting each one.
