Baiman Mountain is the gateway to the Xia Kingdom, as well as the gateway to the Yun Kingdom and Zhuang Kingdom.
This tri-border area, with its seemingly abruptly rising mountain range, serves as an ideal buffer zone.
This place is rich in spiritual energy and has abundant earth veins. If it weren't for its awkward location, it might have been able to become the site of a sect's mountain gate.
However, it is precisely because of this that Baiman Mountain has become a gathering place for many heroes, attracting numerous independent cultivators to settle down here, establish their own cave dwellings, and even form a sizable market town.
However, at this moment, the once bustling Baiman Mountain is now even more bustling: a "bustling" scene interwoven with blood and fire.
The rogue cultivators who once considered themselves "landlords" are now either scattered and fleeing or have become cannon fodder in this fierce battle.
Countless cultivators chased and killed each other in the Hundred Barbarian Mountains, together creating this Asura Killing Field.
Admittedly, the Heshan Sect was indeed at a disadvantage, but the "advantage" of the unorthodox alliance such as the Heavenly Corpse Sect was also built on countless lives and bloodshed.
Not only were the lives of the disciples of the Heshan Sect lost, but even more lives were lost by the Leftist Alliance.
After all, the reputation of the Heshan Sect for its skill in combat was not earned for nothing; it was built on countless lives and bones.
Almost every death of a disciple of Heshan takes the lives of several people on the other side.
If the Thousand Mountains Sect hadn't been so determined, continuously investing its resources, including its own elite members, and if it hadn't been for the unorthodox alliance like the Heavenly Corpse Sect, it would have been impossible to suppress the Heshan Sect.
Of course, the Heshan Dao headquarters did not cut off the support from the Xia Kingdom's Heshan Sect, but simply intentionally kept them at a disadvantage.
It can only be said that the eldest brother is not the second brother; none of them are without connections.
However, no matter what, the fact that hundreds of thousands of cultivators gathered here and fought to the death was undeniable.
The entire Hundred Barbarian Mountain had indeed been transformed into a killing field, a meat grinder that constantly devoured lives, with cultivators falling every day.
"escape!"
"Run!"
"You coward, if you've got the guts, let's fight one-on-one!"
"What kind of skill is it to bully the few with the many and to rely on the strong to oppress the weak?"
"The place ahead is Master Fang's stronghold. Only by escaping there can we save our lives!"
Shouts carried on the wind mingled with the booming sounds of battle.
Five figures shot out from the mountain hollow and fled frantically toward a mountain peak.
Behind them, more than a dozen figures were chasing after them, constantly unleashing their magical weapons to attack, relentlessly pursuing them.
At the summit ahead, a magnificent formation encompasses the entire mountain, connecting the myriad phenomena of the wind and clouds above with the earth's veins below.
Fang Baoliu suddenly took to the air, watching the escape and kill with an indifferent expression.
This kind of situation had been common in the sword duels over the past few months, and she had long been used to it, to the point that she was somewhat numb to it.
If it were before, she might have been unable to resist stepping in to help.
But now, after these months of "training," she is a "qualified," or even "shrewd," cultivator of Heshan.
If they could escape into her formation, they would naturally survive; otherwise, she would never act recklessly, lest she also put herself in danger.
This is reality, and it's also the "rule" of this sword fight at Baiman Mountain!
She can only protect herself; she doesn't have the power to break the "rules."
Fortunately, the five fleeing cultivators from Heshan, though all wounded, eventually reached the formation where Fang Baoliu was located.
"boom!"
Just then, Fang Baoliu was preparing to make his move and expand the formation.
Suddenly, the five people who were rushing towards him exploded, turning into streaks of green flames that shot towards Fang Baoliu.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The next moment.
Fang Baoliu's expression changed drastically. A yellowish-brown light barrier suddenly rose in front of him, blocking the green flame arrows. He couldn't help but shout, "Brother Zuo, how dare you openly break the rules?"
Since Han Qinhu successfully ambushed the enemy's fake Core Formation True Monarch and both disappeared deep in the Hundred Barbarian Mountains, the Xia Kingdom's Heshan Sect has stabilized its position with the support of the Ten Thousand Mountains headquarters and has reached some kind of tacit understanding with the enemy.
That means Qi Refining cultivators are allowed to hunt down and kill, while Foundation Establishment cultivators are not allowed to participate and can only guard their own formation.
But now, the Zuo brother, who was confronting her, actually dared to attack her.
How could Fang Baoliu not be shocked?
Although this level of "attack" posed no threat to her established formation.
However, the other party's blatant violation of the "rules" made her wonder: was the other party about to launch a new all-out war?
Since the other side dares to start a war again, is it because they have a new reliance?
All of this is truly terrifying to contemplate!
"boom!"
Just then, the scattered green flames suddenly converged inward, revealing two identical figures with cold, sinister auras and surrounded by a dense aura of death.
It was none other than Fang Baoliu's old rivals, the Dao Foundation True Persons of the Heavenly Corpse Sect: the Zuo brothers!
"Rules are meant to be broken. Don't you understand such a simple principle?"
Zuo Jinlin sneered, his eyes flickering with green flames, like will-o'-the-wisps.
"Big brother, this girl smells so good, I want to eat her breasts, don't try to take them from me!"
Zuo Jinjia stared intently at Fang Baoliu, his eyes filled with greed, and black saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Behind them, more than a hundred shadowy figures were gathering toward the hilltop.
Like a pack of wolves hunting, they methodically deployed various tactics, continuously unleashing magical artifacts to sever the mountain's roots and ley lines.
Seeing this scene.
Fang Baoliu's expression changed drastically. He quickly looked around and sent out a signal for help.
But the next second, her heart sank to the bottom.
With the mountain where she was located as the center line, the defensive line formed by the six mountain peaks all exuded a powerful aura.
One after another, figures soared into the air, facing each other from afar, and no one paid any attention to her.
If this great formation is breached, wouldn't she be...?
"Boom!"
Just then, a sharp whistling sound suddenly rang out from the distant horizon.
Like the howling of wind and thunder, the sound of wind breaking through the air filled the entire world in an instant.
A long rainbow streaked across the sky, covering hundreds of miles in an instant.
After circling in the air for only a moment, it swooped down aggressively, as if venting its anger or demonstrating its presence. The rumbling roar was deafening, and its arrogance was overwhelming.
In this already highly tense atmosphere, such a surprising turn of events naturally attracted everyone's attention.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Just then, as the rainbow light was about to fall, a frosty white wind suddenly swept across the world.
A figure in a black robe stepped out from the rainbow light and slowly extended a hand as white as jade towards the Zuo brothers.
[Thank you so much, "Supreme King," please give me a free gift!]
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