Luo Wenchang saw the situation and furrowed his brows slightly. "Why are you still dazing off? Are you not leaving yet?"
"S-sect master... leave... no way!"
A disciple of Xuanling Sect spoke in agony, "Because... because Brother Mu and Sister Jia, they... they were defeated by just one move from the opponent."
...
"Hahaha! Such waste, truly a waste!"
At the gate of Xuanling Sect, a man in a blue long robe, armed with a sword, gazed down arrogantly. At this moment, Mu Yong and Jia Sanniang lay on the ground, blood spilling from their mouths like thick pillars of liquid.
Behind him stood a woman in a green blouse, her brows furrowed slightly.
They were core disciples of Xi'an Saint sect from Arctic Snow Mountain: Xiu Zhen, Shenjian Gate's Ouyang Xu, and Lin Shu.
Evidently, they had descended from the snow-capped peaks and traveled southward to Xuanling Sect to engage in this clash.
