The large group of Han River Sect disciples descended with killing rage and taunting laughter. Eyes beaming with viciousness, they neared the over one hundred Cultivators who were running around on the ground.
"Children, don't look! Ignore them!" cried the parrot as it flew back and forth in the air. The clinking of the bell on its foot could also be heard ringing out. "Come come. Join me in your loudest voice…."
The more than one hundred Cultivators once again joined voices to call out loudly. The Cultivators who had been pursuing Meng Hao all the way from Dongluo City grew closer. However, as they neared, their expressions flickered as they felt a wind picking up.
