Lu Sheng casually swept his gaze across the faces of the Jade Fox Tribesmen. Wisps of White Feather Pure Qi diffused into the ground from under his feet. Then, they made their way toward the Jade Fox Tribesmen.
"Pchht! Pchht! Pchht! Pchht!"
With four soft swooshes, the four Jade Fox Tribesmen suddenly paled and fell backward.
"Big Brother!"
"Brother Qiong!"
The two remaining hunters were immediately frightened. They hastily went forward to support their fallen brethren.
This sudden change surprised the Clear Crane Sect's Taoists as well. Somehow, their opponents seemed to have been hit by some demonic art as they fell down without warning.
Lu Sheng walked up to the cold spring. The spring water surged within a little rock pit. The clear waters released bone-chilling coldness, but a faint fragrance filled the air. It was like the smell of flowers. It was faint, but difficult to ignore.