However, as soon as the voice fell, it was drowned out by screams.
"ah!"
"ah… "
One after another, shrill screams were heard, and the cultivation of the disciples of the sect was completely destroyed. The speed was so fast that they could not escape even if they wanted to.
Duan Yunhe, who was protecting his senior brother, watched this scene and couldn't help but gasp. More than a dozen elite disciples of the sect, their cultivation after years of hard work was actually wasted just like that...
This would make them suffer more than killing them with a sword!
Looking at their clean and neat techniques, wonderful body shapes, and ruthless means, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.
He only felt a flash before his eyes, and the senior brother who was originally protected by him was taken out, with a hand tightly pinching his neck.
"No! Don't! Stay..."
“Crack!”
Before he could even utter a cry of surprise, he heard a snapping sound. The senior brother, who was already seriously injured, was lifted up and a hand grasped his throat tightly, crushing his throat. He could not even utter a scream and dropped his hand weakly.
"Bang!"
The lifeless body was thrown in front of him and landed on the ground in front of him with a thud.
Some of the casual cultivators in this small town and the surrounding people were already stunned. They looked at the scene in horror and drooled. These people actually destroyed the cultivation of those immortal sect disciples and killed that peak master...
This, this is going to be a big deal! Lingxiao Immortal Sect will not let them go.
Duan Yunhe was shocked by the scene in front of him. He stood there completely forgetting to react. He couldn't understand why the senior brother who came out with him just died like that
They had come to take a look just because they had heard the news about the Purple-Gold Spirit Deer, but why had things developed to this point
"ah… "
"Ah... my cultivation... my cultivation..."
Listening to the screams and cries of pain from the disciples not far away, he closed his eyes, stood there straight, and said weakly: "Just kill me too!" He really didn't know how to go back and face the sect, their master, and the families of these disciples.
"No, we won't kill you."
A gentle voice came, and Duan Yunhe opened his eyes involuntarily and looked towards the source of the voice. He saw a man wearing a crescent-colored robe who had been standing quietly beside the woman in red walking over and stopping in front of him.
Leng Hua looked at the man in white in front of him and said in his usual gentle voice: "Take your people and go! You can go back to your Immortal Sect to report, but I also have something to advise you. It would be best if this matter ends here. If your Immortal Sect wants to take revenge, that's fine too. Just come to us, as long as you can bear the consequences."
As soon as the voice fell, Leng Hua withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked inside.
Gu Mo and the others glanced at Duan Yunhe coldly, then turned around and walked back to the inn. Du Fan was seriously injured by that blow, and although their master was there, they still couldn't help but worry.