On the hillside, the man in the Purple Robe, surrounded by many as the moon by the stars, waved his hand.
With his command, over a hundred believers of the Calming Sect shouted as they rushed down the slopes, surrounding the village below from all directions!
These believers were obviously more elite, and the weapons in their hands were of higher quality.
"Wang Ping?"
At the altar, several certified martial masters looked at Wang Ping, "Shall we retreat?"
"Retreat?!"
Wang Ping pointed at the fallen individuals around them, "If we retreat now, we lose over a hundred Inspectors and dozens of top students from the Martial Arts Hall. How will we ever hold our heads high in Xing City again?"
"What do you suggest we do, Captain?"
Someone asked.
Wang Ping looked up at the man in the purple robe on the hill, his eyes filled with a murderous intent;
"This man must be the Sect Hierarch of the Calming Sect. If we capture him, we might turn the tide of this battle!"