บท 871: A Mountain Song, A Majestic Person

Hearing the distant sound of forces trying to breach the mountain, the crowd around the altar could not help but feel shocked. After all, this was no ordinary mountain – this was Peach Mountain. Yet their panic turned out to be short-lived.

The sounds of battle intensified. Smoke and dust from the fighting gathered into swarthy plumes. Even in the outer reaches of the mountain where the defenses were the weakest, the invading forces had already entered a tough battle. The strength of the invading party could be seen from this.

Any of the strongest warriors amongst those gathered, such as the Golden Tribe's National Master and Qi Nian from Buddhism, needed only to glance at the smoke rising in the distance to draw this conclusion about the invader's skills.