Kill! Kill! Kill!
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
When Qin Fang started using his Hidden Weapons, killing these Cultists was like mowing down grass. A single pebble could pierce one, or even several, skulls.
Fresh blood sprayed forth, dyeing the earth red.
Naturally, many True Essence Disciples followed behind Qin Fang.
But to be honest, not many disciples who had fought their way up from the bottom had managed to pass the Martial Arts Examination and enter the Inner Sect.
Most of them were descendants of prestigious families from various commanderies and prefectures. Even if they had been in conflicts, the fights were never as raw and brutal as those at the bottom.
Their families held considerable power in their local territories. Even when conflicts arose, the disciples were rarely required to face them directly.
