The shout made everyone from North Canglong shiver.
Especially when they looked up and saw Zhao Ya holding a head, their shock was beyond words.
One must know that Luo Congkuan was an extremely important elder of North Canglong, yet he died in these woods, slain by a disciple of South Canglong.
For a moment, these people were in a daze.
But soon they gathered themselves and each reacted.
Some turned and ran, trying to escape under the cover of night and rain.
Others drew their swords, intending to resist stubbornly.
But no one surrendered.
Zhao Ya understood that this would be the outcome.
After all, North Canglong had split from the Azure Dragon Temple years ago; a sense of pride naturally existed in the hearts of its disciples.
And this was the biggest difference between a reputable sect and an organization like Separation Tower.
Yet at this critical moment, despite his feelings, Zhao Ya was resolute when it was time to act.
