Whether in terms of cultivation, equipment, or array formation, he could match these sword-wielding disciples.
Jiang Baichuan flew to the mountain gate, but before he could speak, Wang Qiutang also arrived.
Wang Qiutang looked at Wang Shanhu and the other five, who were barely breathing, and his old face turned as black as ink.
"How dare you!"
He reprimanded coldly, taking the initiative, "Where did you vile people come from that you dare to assault the mountain gate of the Xuanqing Sect?"
The booming voice echoed through the heavens and the earth, deafening everyone around.
Before the words faded, a sharp sword soared into the sky, slashing directly towards Yang Chengye and the others.
No one expected Wang Qiutang to disregard his reputation and attack a junior.
Jiang Baichuan did not expect it and had no time to stop him.
Yang Zhenshan did not expect this old fool to be so shameless; if this sword struck, Yang Chengye would certainly die.
"Old dog, you court death!"
