Clang! Clang!
The sound of a bell echoed amid the snowy mountains.
The Holy Mountain was abuzz with activity.
Hindustani cultivators in white clothes and turbans came out of the various buildings and gathered at the main hall.
"Have you heard? Huaxia is here to seek revenge!"
"I've heard that even Jabu and the rest are defeated. There must be a whole pack of them! They're picking a fight!"
"We'll meet them head-on! Kill all the Huaxianese!"
The Hindustani cultivators talked among themselves. They were furious.
"Wrong! Wrong! You're all wrong! I heard that there's only one of them," someone said abruptly.
"What? Only one?" The Hindustani cultivators were all shocked. They could not believe it.
How could one Huaxianese take on all of them?
"Haha! Don't tell me there's no one left in Huaxia? That'll be a suicide mission for him!?"
