Summoning his flying sword, Su Zimo supported the spirit tiger on it carefully before hopping on himself. He nodded to Xue Yi and everyone else. "Fellow senior brothers, I'll make a move first."
"We'll leave as well."
The many disciples of Weapon Peak summoned their flying swords and sped off after Su Zimo, leaving Spirit Peak.
Little fatty hesitated for a moment before making up his mind and followed suit.
Before long, Su Zimo and the others disappeared from everyone's sights.
Disciples of the other three peaks gradually dispersed from Spirit Peak as well.
It was a momentary still to the current crisis. However, everyone knew that the year end face-off would definitely create a huge stir!
The eventual victor will be decided six months later.
At the same time, a gigantic pair of wings tore through the skies from the depths of the clouds, flying into Ethereal Palace.
