"The founding ancestor of the Tongshan Xia family was merely a servant in the Dan Ding Sect's ruins, and Wang Liyuan possesses the Myriad Pill Furnace. How could the Xia family not be tempted?"
Ye Xiaolin spoke with a faint smile, his gaze lingering on the chaotic battlefield below.
Wang Liyuan and his companions were clearly starting to falter. If not for Wang Liyuan's formidable strength and his mastery of sword intent, they would have collapsed long ago.
"Wang Liyuan! Hand over the Myriad Pill Furnace, and we'll spare your life!"
In the thick of battle, a burly, middle-aged rogue cultivator with tiger-like eyes and a beard like bristling thorns wielded an iron mace glowing with spiritual energy.
The mace came crashing down on Li Wuchang's back, the force sending him hurtling forward as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
