It turned out that while no one was paying attention, Master Mao had charged straight for those unlucky young men. Wielding claws countless times sharper than any weapon, he tore out one man's throat. Then, spitting out a bolt of energy, he skewered another!
The old man had brought a total of four young disciples, and in just a few moments, three were dead!
The last one remaining, scared out of his wits, scrambled toward the old man, screaming, "Master, save me!"
The old man was beside himself with fury and charged madly toward Master Mao. At that exact moment, Xu Luo and Su Qianqian both moved to intercept him.
The Great Marsh, already devastated, was mangled even further by their fierce battle. In the sky, various energies tore at the void, threatening to rip it asunder.
The last remaining young man was an outstanding disciple, having reached the Sword Venerable realm at a young age. But before Master Mao, he was completely defenseless.
