"Eh~~" At this time, Huang Xiaolong too quickly realized what was happening.
It seemed that Luo Chaozi, harboring resentment after being slapped by him, had gathered the forces of Baiyun City to set up an ambush and wait here to block Huang Xiaolong.
With a sweep of his spiritual sense, Huang Xiaolong discovered that they were all Sword Cultivators, all at the early stages of crossing the tribulation. Only the middle-aged man who rode the same flying sword with Luo Chaozi was at the mid-stage of crossing the tribulation.
This man's gaze revealed sharpness, and his whole being was like a peerless divine weapon unsheathed, extremely stern.
"Third Uncle! It was this little bastard who hit me! He slapped me in the face!" Luo Chaozi complained incessantly in the middle-aged man's ear, her eyes brimming with tears.