"Clang," the sword light was intercepted by a Jade Circle, emerging a White-haired Daoist, one Gang Cloud atop his head, faint as clear water. His robe was elegant and neat, meticulously tidy, as he bowed and said, "True Master Zhang, if you wish to go to Upper Extreme Heaven, you must first pass this checkpoint of ours."
His words just out, over ten figures stepped out from within the surrounding Demon Cloud, encircling Zhang Yan's party tightly.
Zhang Yan glanced around with a slight smile, saying, "So it's fellow Daoists from the Jiuling Sect, no wonder such a grandiose display."
The man's face subtly changed, saying, "True Master, your eye power is impressive."
He retreated a step, and three distinct silhouettes, looking very much like Demon Cultivators, flew out, rushing toward Zhang Yan.
The cultivators on both sides simultaneously surged forth, and Xu, Zhang, Lu, and Shen, who followed, all braced themselves, each heading forward.
