Yan Luo - Ghost King Crossing!

Before Yellow Spring Venerable could react, a spatial rift appeared behind him.

Yang Shan, activating "Three Thousand Thunder Movement," had already transformed into a streak of Blood Lightning and brought his blade crashing down on Yellow Spring Venerable's head! Caught in a state of chaos, Yellow Spring Venerable had no way to fight back.

Although he had Protective Gang Qi defending him, the overwhelming force of Yan Luo still sent Yellow Spring Venerable flying into the spatial rift.

Yang Shan followed close behind.

From the moment the roof was cut off to the opening and closing of the spatial rift, only two seconds had passed.

So much seemed to have happened in those two seconds that the Players present had only just reacted when it seemed everything was already over.

"What the hell, what did I just see?"

"Yellow Spring Venerable got chopped?"

"Assassin! There's an assassin!"

"Assassin my ass! Bro, are you blind? Didn't you see what the sky looked like just now?"

"It was too fast, I didn't see clearly. It looked like a cloud."

"You didn't recognize True Lord Yang's Sonic Dou Skills?"

"What the hell? True Lord Yang is here? Where, where? Let me witness the elegance of the only Dou Zun Player on the whole server!"

"Elegance my ass, run!"

"No, why are we running?"

The Player who had asked the question scratched his head, then turned around. His expression immediately changed.

"Fuck! Brothers, better you than me—I'm out!"

In the distance, the figures of Thunder Lord and Feng Qing'er gradually came into view.

Any Player with even a little sense knew exactly what kind of situation this was.

The Yellow Spring Pavilion elders who had just appeared watched as groups of disciples fled toward the rear, their faces flushing with rage.

"What are you