The commotion finally drew the attention of the masked leaders.
The one with the weakest aura—the apparent early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator—turned toward Xian Tiandi. Even through the bone mask, Xian Tiandi could sense the man's attention focusing on him.
"A mere Qi Condensation brat dares to interfere?" the cultist's voice was muffled by the mask but carried clear disdain. "You must have a death wish."
The other two masked leaders glanced over briefly but didn't move from their positions. They apparently didn't consider a Qi Condensation cultivator worth their attention.
Xian Tiandi remained calm, his expression neutral. "You're killing innocent people. That ends now."
The masked cultist laughed. "Ends? You have no idea what you're facing, boy."
The cultist raised his hand and a massive blood-red spear materialized above him. The spear was formed entirely from blood essence and radiated tremendous killing intent.
