Wen Qingye stared at Le Qian and the few Heaven-Burying Sect disciples up ahead. As he rapidly closed the distance, a vicious glint flashed in his eyes.
Le Qian's cultivation was at the Destruction Realm Eighth Layer Heaven, making him exceptionally fast. The disciples of the Heaven-Burying Sect, however, weren't so fortunate.
In an instant, Wen Qingye caught up to the five who had fallen behind. When they saw him, their expressions changed drastically. They immediately made a decision, and one of them shouted.
"The five of us will hold him back—"
Before the man could even finish his sentence, Wen Qingye strode on the wind. With a flash of his sword, a cold light gleamed, and then there was nothing more.
SQUELCH. SQUELCH. SQUELCH. SQUELCH. SQUELCH...
Streaks of blood sprayed out, dancing in the air like beautiful, crimson flowers—a breathtakingly grim sight.
