Others also kept shouting, "What on earth is going on?!"
One person's voice was filled with barely suppressed panic as they exclaimed in horror, "Wasn't I in the secret realm? How did I suddenly come back?!"
Looking at these disciples who shouldn't have been there at this moment, the Lineage felt a sudden surge of sorrow.
His weathered face was now contorted with pain, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white and made a cracking sound.
He turned to look at Wei Yan and questioned, "... Are you really going to be so heartless?!"
Wei Yan frowned, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes. "You talk too much."
Then, she waved her hand lightly and said casually, "Kill them."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Following Wind Guards rushed forward with incredible speed, leaving only blurry afterimages in the air.
The pupils of the Xiao Family members contracted sharply, their legs went weak, and one after another they collapsed to the ground, having even lost the courage to run away.
Sword shadows danced wildly in the air, each streak of sword light darting like silver snakes, staining everything around them blood red.
Cries and screams mingled and echoed through the heavens and earth.
Some people brandished their weapons like madmen, their eyes burning with hysterical madness.
Each strike was made with a desperate, all-or-nothing ruthlessness, an attempt to put up a final, desperate resistance.
Their faces contorted in a ferocious grimace, with veins bulging on their foreheads.
In the end, they still collapsed in pools of blood, their weapons still clutched tightly in their hands.
Their eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, filled with resentment.
The Lineage stared at the horrific scene, his face turning ashen.
His fingernails dug deep into his flesh, and with a gritted teeth, a resolute glint flashed in his eyes.
He swayed, his figure tracing a hazy arc in the air as he attempted to escape.
Wei Yan stared at him, then vanished without a trace and reappeared in front of him instantly.
She parted her lips slightly. "Trying to leave?"
The Lineage's eyes widened, "You...!"
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Yan's sword had already thrust out.
With a muffled "thud," the sword blade instantly pierced through the Lineage's body.
The sword slowly churned inside his stomach.
The Lineage felt a sharp pain, so intense that he almost fainted.
His body convulsed involuntarily, his hands clutching his stomach tightly, blood gushing from between his fingers, staining his clothes red.
Then, Wei Yan flicked his wrist, and the blade sliced through the air, severing him in half at the waist.
The upper body of the Lineage crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
He groaned in pain, blood and foam gushing from his mouth, his body writhing on the ground.
His mouth gaped open, his lips trembling as he gasped for breath, "You... how could you be so... so powerful..."
He had always known that Wei Yan's cultivation level was profound, and that he himself was completely unable to perceive it.
But he never expected that he would be so vulnerable in front of her.
Wei Yan lowered her eyes to look at the sword in her hand, gently flicking away the bloodstains on it. "Because you are from the Lower Realm?"
After all, even the most outstanding individuals in this realm are only barely comparable to the ancient freaks of the Upper Realm.
While the two were talking, everyone in the Xiao Family had already passed away.
The Following Wind Guards raised their hands and cast a spell, its light flashing incessantly.
The bloodstains on the ground seemed to be drawn by some force, transforming into a flow of blood that moved towards the center of the formation.
The flesh and blood of the Xiao Family turned to ashes in an instant, leaving only pale skeletons.
The skeletons made eerie creaking sounds as they stood up, swaying and stiffening, like puppets being manipulated.
One by one, the skeletons slowly moved towards the center of the formation and sank into the blood pool with a soft "plop" sound.
The blood pool instantly dissolved the white bones, creating ripples of crimson red.
Then, a chilling, eerie atmosphere swept over us.
Immediately afterwards, a shrill, terrifying scream rang out.
The souls of the Xiao Family were imprisoned within that pool of blood.
They struggled upwards with all their might, their faces contorted in terror.
However, chains were tightly bound around them, binding them so tightly that they had no way to escape.
At that moment, Following Wind Guards simultaneously pulled out the sword that was stuck in the ground.
As the sword was drawn, the blood pool gradually rose, the formation converged inward, and the cage gradually shrank.
Under this pressure, those souls gradually vanished, turning into specks of starlight that drifted towards the sky, like fireflies dancing lightly.
Wei Yan turned her gaze back to the Lineage.
He stared intently at the pool of blood, his mouth slightly open as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he could no longer utter a sound.
He was already dead, his eyes wide open, unable to close in death, his face still bearing the last trace of resentment.
PS: Are there any characters you'd like to see who haven't appeared in a long time?