Meanwhile, the many cultivators on the southern bank were equally shocked. They all looked up at Li Xuanfeng in the air, expressions of joy appearing on their faces. They flew up to the pass one after another, each raising their dharma artifact.0

Li Xuanfeng’s body shone brightly as he lightly juggled the arrows in his hand. At last, the north could no longer hold out. A monk soared forward on the wind, his muscular body tense and eyes wide with anger as he shouted, "Little demon, how dare you be so insolent!"1

This monk, so different from the usual Buddhist cultivators with their few dharma artifacts, now stood on a golden cloud at his feet. He also held a crescent-moon spade covered in brilliant patterns. It was quite luxurious.1

Only then did he ride the wind upward, immediately followed by a tall, thin monk with a constant smile on his face. His left hand rested flat against...0