Bai Chen quickly learned what the fight was about in no time with his psychic power.
He saw that there was a group of ten people…no, there was only a group of seven fighting, since three were already dead.
As for those seven, they were from two different groups. Both groups had lost people as one had only four people and the other three.
“Zi Chien, you dared to hurt my people. You’re not going to die peacefully!” An angry voice sounded.
The source was a young woman in her early thirties. She was a primary earth solid cultivator. She had a well-proportioned body. Her face was beautiful. She must have been very pretty when she was in around 18 to 20.
She slashed her long sword at the thorn pendulum that was rushing towards her.
“Hahaha! You evil wench! Be mine and I’ll let you live!”
His mouth spewed filthy words as he threw his thorn pendulum at her cruelly. He was none other than Zi Chien.