Torrential rain poured down, and the wind uprooted even ancient trees.
"We Shushan Disciples have found you lot an eyesore for a long time. Die!"
Qin Wenke flashed forward, and the magical artifact in his hand shot out.
The magical artifact collided with the weapons of the Xuantian Sword Sect disciples, producing crisp clanging sounds.
Their exchange was like a raging storm—brief and fierce.
Qin Wenke deliberately showed weakness to lure them in.
Just as the Xuantian Sword Sect disciples believed Qin Wenke was badly injured and on the brink of death,
the edge of Qin Wenke's sword suddenly turned. His once ordinary swordsmanship instantly became incomparably sharp.
Two flying swords attacked from front and back.
The Xuantian Sword Sect disciple had no time to react. He only saw a flash of cold light before a sharp pain tore through his neck.
The next moment, his head flew out like a kite with its string cut, blood spraying everywhere.
"Careful, Shushan Disciples aren't easy to deal with."
"Do not let your guard down!!"
"Damn it, even in that state, he killed a cultivator of the same realm in an instant. These Shu Mountain cultivators are truly intolerable to heaven and earth."
"..."
Qin Wenke was covered in blood, his flying sword broken, as he fled in panic.
Several figures chased relentlessly after him.
He did not know why the Xuantian Sword Sect had suddenly started slaughtering Shushan Disciples.
But this news had to be sent back to Shu Mountain.
Qin Wenke staggered into an ancient temple, blood flowing endlessly from his body.
Only then did Qin Wenke discover that there was someone else inside the ancient temple.
It was a woman with long hair hanging loose around her shoulders. She leaned in a corner of the temple, holding a book