Columns of blood shot up like fountains beneath neon lights, enchanting and beautiful.
In the blink of an eye, Li Dazhuang and the others collapsed onto the ground, lifeless.
Though their lives had ended, the blood continued to flow.
A single look, and two hundred people lay dead!
Returning to their senses, Lu Qingzhu and the disciples of the Qingzhu Sect were utterly terrified; some of them, with weaker hearts, fainted from fright, and more than a few shamelessly wet themselves.
Yet none jeered at or looked down upon the fainted or frightened ones.
Because no one else was faring much better.
It wasn't just them; even Xing Qing was seeing such an overwhelming and terrifying scene for the first time. As she looked at the bodies lying chaotically not far away and inhaled the pungent scent of blood in the air, her stomach churned, and she felt the urge to vomit.
Luckily, Xing Qing promptly used her Primordial Power to suppress it!
