The Nascent Soul grasped the longsword, leaped into the sky, and faced Gu Xiaoxi and everyone from Yaobi Mountain. His expression was bloodthirsty as he said, "Even if reinforcements have arrived, I'm still not afraid of you all."
"Audacious thief! You steal from Yaobi Mountain and yet show no remorse," Bai Tian immediately clutched his magic wand and began chanting a spell.
Meanwhile, the others from Yaobi Mountain each brought out their own flying swords, ready for battle.
Gu Xiaoxi clenched her teeth, her expression cold and ruthless, her eyes filled with barely concealed hatred.
Today was the Nascent Soul's end; if she didn't kill him, it would be an affront to the heavens.
Bai Tian and the disciples from Yaobi Mountain set up the formation.
He held the magic wand the Nascent Soul had previously wielded and began chanting.
Gu Xiaoxi had long been ready with her dagger, having set up the killing formation.
Five people approached with a menacing aura.
