At the summit of Misty Cloud Mountain:
Apart from the crashing of rocks and the explosive roar of blazing flames,
the place seemed shrouded beneath a deathly haze.
It had fallen into an unprecedented, eerie silence.
Those elders who had once been so dignified and imposing now looked no different from broken dolls.
Their corpses slowly slid down the steep mountain walls.
Jagged rocks carved shocking,
blood-red marks across their bodies. Twenty-three trails of blood twisted down the cliffside.
All around them, the stewards and disciples who had just gathered
stood rooted to the spot, their eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.
Someone's sword:
Clang!
fell to the ground. What should have been a crisp sound
instead seemed like a death knell, or the horn of a rout:
"Impossible! How could they lose? How could they lose?!"
"The elders... they're all dead?"
"They're all dead!!!"
"We're next! We're next!"
"I don't want to die!"
"Run! Run for your lives!"
The three thousand white-robed disciples had always been full of high spirits within the Misty Cloud Sect.
Yet now, like an avalanche, they desperately surged toward the mountain gate.
Fear spread through the crowd like a plague!
They only wanted to escape this place reeking of blood and death as quickly as possible.
"Don't let a single one escape!"
"Split every worm upright, and shake every yolk apart!"
Xiao Yan stood in the sky, his voice echoing through the mountains:
He was not a bloodthirsty man, but when the time came to make a choice,
he had never hesitated!
On the surface, the Xiao Family had not suffered many casualties.
Even the clan leader had merely been imprisoned for the time being.
But that was not how things should be judged!
If there had truly been only the Xiao Family, without