The combatants were none other than Hanzheng, Dou Meizi, and Fang Ailing's group. As luck would have it, the place where they were fighting happened to be right at the edge of the Great Marsh. This made Li Dai and her two companions realize that although they had emerged still within the Great Marsh, the point where they had been sucked in and the place they came out were clearly worlds apart. And sure enough, here they were at the very edge of the marsh, happening upon Fang Ailing's group in the middle of a fierce brawl.
Fang Ailing and five male cultivators were ganging up on Dou Meizi and Hanzheng. Even though the two of them were no weaklings, facing Fang Ailing and her haloed entourage made their defeat seem all but certain.
Sure enough, just as this thought crossed Li Dai's mind, Hanzheng, who was wielding his nine-hooked claws, was struck down to the ground by Fang Ailing's Jinghong Sword. A towering, violent wave of killing intent rushed forward, nearly solidifying into physical substance. Meanwhile, the very same Jinghong Sword that had been completely snow-white when they first saw it was now dyed a vibrant red at the hilt. Clearly, this was a sword that had been baptized in blood; it was no longer as pure and flawless as it had once been.
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