In a pure contest of True Qi Amount, even Bi Yuan might have proven slightly inferior to Xu Yunfan now.
Xu Yunfan slowly exhaled a breath of Dirt Qi, suppressing the roiling emotions in his chest.
His gaze swept around him. Below the stage, no more than a dozen Taoist Sect disciples had gathered during that time. Every one of them was wounded; some clutched bleeding arms, while others used their shattered weapons as crutches just to stay upright.
These were the disciples of the Taoist Sect, their faces etched with shock, anger, and indignation.
The sudden attack by the Great Zhou army had caught them completely off guard, resulting in heavy casualties.
In the distance, the setting sun was the color of blood. The bodies of dozens of Great Zhou soldiers lay strewn across the Bluestone Slabs. Their blood, not yet congealed, snaked through the cracks between the stones to form small streams.
