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Da Tianxiong and his companions seemed unaware, moving quickly on their journey.

Before long, they arrived at a desolate area with not a soul in sight.

At that moment, Ye Ling's eyes narrowed slightly as he said in a low voice, "They're here!"

No sooner had he spoken than a dozen cultivators of Saintly stature abruptly appeared before Da Tianxiong.

Each of them was clad in a black robe with a ferocious mask concealing their faces, only revealing a pair of sinister eyes, as if worried about revealing their identities.

"Who are you?" Da Tianxiong asked the dozen grim-faced figures.

His heart, however, was not as calm as he appeared, for he knew that these individuals were up to no good.

"Heh, you don't need to know who we are. If you know what's good for you, hand over the Dragon Bone knife!"

The masked leader altered his voice deliberately and spoke with a bellowing tone.