But the three Dao Realm elders beside Wei Lang had long since readied themselves.
They instantly split into two groups and charged in like tigers among sheep.
One elder swept his horsetail whisk across the room, tearing flesh from bone on swathes of evil cultivators...
Another brought his black iron mace down, cracking the ground with the impact...
The strongest of these evil cultivators was only in the early Dao Realm. How could they withstand the combined slaughter of late Dao Realm elders?
Almost within a single breath, screams and the crunch of breaking bones rang out throughout the underground palace.
Seeing his followers slaughtered in the blink of an eye, the gray-robed elder burned with rage and panic. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a cloud of blood.
His hands rapidly formed seals, and the blood-red baleful aura around him suddenly surged.
"Blood Fiend Palm!"
He thrust out both palms. His blood-red baleful aura transformed into hundreds of hideous ghostly figures, which lunged at Wei Lang with claws bared.
Wei Lang frowned slightly. The official seal condensed in his right hand once more, and he pressed it forward.
Golden light exploded like a blazing sun. The ghostly figures writhed and wailed within it, then burned into nothingness moments later.
The gray-robed elder suffered a devastating blow. The backlash hurled him into the wall behind him, blood pouring from his mouth.
By then, the battle against the evil cultivators was nearly over.
The gray-robed elder surveyed the situation and knew that if this continued, he would certainly die today.
A ruthless gleam flashed in his eyes. He suddenly pulled a ghastly white bone flute from his sleeve and crushed it lightly.
Crack!
The sharp sound of shattering rang through the underground palace like a thunderclap.
Immediately