At that moment, six Guishan cultivators flew in out of nowhere.
The leader, dressed in white purer than snow with long hair fluttering in the wind, was none other than that wicked woman Song Yamei. She fixed her eyes entirely on He Xiaoyao, ignoring everyone else.
He Xiaoyao let out a slight, cold chuckle, showing no fear of her. He reached into his robe, grabbed a large handful of small stones, and channeling his Yin-Yang True Qi, hurled them with a swish toward the group of Guishan cultivators.
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