The four of them rose to their feet, and the forty thousand disciples behind them stood in unison. A sea of black figures stretched across the mountain range, an imposing force to behold.
A cold, murderous aura emanated from them.
In the face of such a formidable presence from the Kunlun disciples, ordinary cultivators would likely have had their legs turn to jelly, but Xia Qingyue and the others remained perfectly calm, as if the sheer pressure of the Kunlun army had no effect on them at all.
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