Headless corpses toppled to the ground.
A moment ago, they had still been lives brimming with vitality. Now, every last one of them was cold.
The Rogue Cultivators watching the spectacle nearby were all scared out of their wits by the brutal scene.
They hurried back into their stone forts, not daring to show their heads again.
In truth, many Rogue Cultivators were arrogant by nature and did not place much value on their own lives or deaths.
But no one wished to end up like those fellows whose heads had been severed—dying as lowly as ants!
Streaks of light descended from the sky.
They were a dozen or so young cultivators riding Magic Tools. The men were handsome and dashing, the women beautiful and captivating; every one of them possessed an extraordinary bearing!
One of the female cultivators wore a moon-white Daoist robe, her dark hair gathered into a Daoist bun. She held the Flowing Cloud Sword in her hand.
Standing upon an auspicious cloud, she descended beside the delicate-looking youth.
The others followed, landing one after another.
At the sight of this, Wang Chen immediately halted and flashed behind a nearby stone house.
Xie Yaoxiu, Zhao Huai'an, Xiao Hongyi, Lin Feng, Ye Junhao, Qin Ge...
At a glance, he recognized six or seven of the ten great disciples!
These peerless true disciples of the Yunyang Sect had actually appeared together at Yellow Mud Stronghold. If word got out, it would surely make the headlines!
Wang Chen noticed that several true disciples clustered around Xie Yaoxiu like stars surrounding the moon.
It had been Xie Yaoxiu's Flying Sword that had just severed the heads of the five Rogue Cultivators.
That strike of hers made Wang Chen think of Mu Qingqiu, hailed as "Heavenly Cloud's Number One Sword"!
This female