The Taoists had already resigned themselves to the fact that they were on a path to death.
Their bodies were stiff with fear, waiting for the fatal blow, the moment when their heads would fall to the ground.
However—
Out of nowhere, a hidden weapon flew through the air, swift and fierce, gleaming with a chilling, murderous light.
The hidden weapon struck precisely against the blade.
A clang echoed, followed by a sharp buzzing sound!
With a crash, the blade wrapped in spiritual power broke into two halves!
The lead martial artist was knocked back a few steps by the impact, feeling a numbness in his hands.
Someone had stopped him?
Could it be that Cinian and his group had arrived?
He panicked inwardly, but when he turned to look, he saw two figures stepping through the bloodstained ground, slowly climbing the stone steps.
The leader narrowed his eyes and sighed in relief.
It wasn't Cinian and his group. But who were these two?