At this moment, outside Ghost Cry Valley.
Pfft!
Lu Song spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying backward like a kite with a severed string before crashing heavily into the mountainside.
He struggled to rise, only to discover that more than half the bones in his body were broken and his spiritual power was nearly exhausted.
"Brother Lu!"
Wen Xi cried out and tried to rush forward to save him.
Bang!
But a yellow-earth palm imprint instantly forced her back.
Cui Yiting and Chen Zhao were no better off. They stood back to back, covered in wounds, their auras weak and dispirited.
They wanted to help, but they were already at the end of their tether.
In the void, Xiao Yun stood proudly.
"Just a few ants, and you dare prance about before this official?"
His robes snapped in the wind as he looked down on the four disheveled figures below, his eyes full of mockery and Killing Intent.
"This official had originally planned to deal with Jiang Fan first, then come back for you!"
"Who would have thought that while waiting here at the entrance to Ghost Cry Valley, you would deliver yourselves right to my door!"
"Since Heaven wills it so, I can only use you as offerings to Heaven first!"
Xiao Yun curled his right hand, and a massive yellow-earth hand condensed out of thin air, seizing Lu Song—who had just climbed to his feet—and slamming him viciously into the ground.
Bang!
The ground cracked apart. Lu Song spat out another mouthful of blood, his consciousness beginning to blur.
"If I remember correctly, you were the one who first clashed with my son, weren't you?"
"Since the cause began with you, I'll start with you!"
As he spoke, Xiao Yun raised his hand again, murderous