Wu Tianjian's gaze hardened as he looked toward his wounded brother. For an instant, a flicker of anger crossed his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
This was not the time for sentiment.
He turned his attention toward the battlefield, his instincts sharpening like his blade.
The greatest dangers were clear to him: Yu Xuan, Long Anming, Li Shen and that unassuming, "ordinary" disciple, Jun Zha, whose silence made him more unnerving than the rest.
Without hesitation, Tianjian moved.
Golden light flared beneath his feet as he launched himself toward Jun Zha, who stood motionless, watching him with unreadable calm.
Meanwhile, Luo Xianyin and Kong Xuanyi split from the group, both directing their killing intent toward Yu Xuan.
Across the field, Li Shen clashed with Piao Ling, the air around them twisting as black and white Qi collided — death essence against ethereal soul force. Each strike carried a pressure that made the surrounding peaks tremble.
