"Ba...Senior Brother Bai!" someone shouted in terror.
But Senior Brother Bai was beyond saving.
His eyes bulged, filled with unwillingness and despair, as he spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
"The ninth-ranked disciple of the Fire Lotus Saint Sect, is this all?" Xu Wendong sneered contemptuously, shaking his hand as if to rid himself of something dirty.
Then, all the remaining Thunder Swords flew out, like a pack of hungry beasts, rushing at the rest of the people.
"Kill them all!"
Xu Wendong's eyes showed no emotion, his voice was cold and resolute.
Today marked the success of his plan, otherwise, these people would not hesitate to strike him down and then seize the Painting Saint Carving Knife.
At this moment, there's no right or wrong, only life and death.
If you're not strong enough, then you die!
"Boom——" The valley echoed with terrifying Thunder Sound, deafening as if it might collapse the entire valley.
