Chapter 755

After a long while, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed. The narrow mountain path had been completely submerged beneath corpses and blood.

Zhang Qingshan knelt on the ground with a vacant stare, as if he had gone stupid, muttering unconsciously,

"Monsters, monsters, you're all monsters."

He was not even afraid of death. In fact, he had wholeheartedly sought it, for his martial arts had been crippled and his mission had failed. Even if he returned by some stroke of luck, his master would not spare him.

But now, his mind seemed to have suffered some unbearable blow, and he became half-crazed.

Especially whenever his gaze swept over Duàn Yì and the Yellow Heaven Demon Venerable, terror filled his eyes, as though he had seen ghosts and fiends.

Dozens of Ruyi Tower experts, along with several tower masters, had moved out together—a force enough to shake a major gang, or even a sect.

For such power to kill a single person, calling it an overwhelming mobilization would not have been an exaggeration.

No one had imagined they would fail, much less that they would be wiped out to the last man.

Yet now, this unbelievable, shocking event had truly happened.

Other than Zhang Qingshan, whom Duàn Yì had spared out of consideration for the small kindness he had once shown him, all the other experts had perished in this obscure little gorge.

There had only been two people who acted: the Yellow Heaven Demon Venerable, and Duàn Yì.

Duàn Yì in particular had abandoned his former style of precise moves and peerless swordsmanship. His fighting had turned into a domineering, fist-to-flesh onslaught, and most of those who died at his hands had been left with incomplete bodies.

Duàn Yì was drenched in blood, like an Asura who had climbed