Several Supreme Grandmasters slowly descended from the sky.
"Sect Leader Song, Protector Xiao!"
Wei Wuya's simple white robe floated gently in the breeze, giving him a transcendent and ethereal aura. He said softly, "Now, with a great enemy before us, how can we let personal grudges lead to a brawl here? Wouldn't that make the Demon Dao laugh at us?"
At this moment, the air was filled with the strong scent of blood,
and a vast number of corpses lay on the ground, most of them disciples of the Danyang Sect.
Song Lingjun's face was as dark as a thundercloud, almost dripping with water. He took a brief look around; in just this short time, dozens of Danyang Sect disciples had died, and among the other sects that came along with them, no less than two hundred had perished.
"I ask you, respected seniors, to uphold justice!"
