Crack-crack—
A rapid series of dense pops, like beans being stir-fried, suddenly rang out from Zhou Haifeng's body.
Every bone in his body was crushed beneath that great hand's grip.
"Aah!"
A miserable scream burst from his mouth.
But before he could react, Ji Haoyuan had already raised his hand and cast restriction after restriction, completely sealing his Spiritual Sense and mana.
Indeed.
The two could die, but they absolutely could not be killed by their hands.
After all, no one could guarantee whether the Crimson Cloud Sect might notice something because of this.
Therefore.
In the end, the two had to die at someone else's hands.
Boom!
At the same time.
On the other side.
Ma Qiulin was also being suppressed by the combined efforts of Liu Hongyu, Feng Wanqing, and Qiu Zheyuan.
Qiu Zheyuan in particular.
As a sword cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage.
Every strike he delivered posed an enormous threat to Ma Qiulin.
Had Ma Qiulin not been a Crimson Cloud Sect deacon with many life-saving measures on him, he would likely have already followed Zhou Haifeng's path by now.
But even so, judging by the current situation, Ma Qiulin's defeat was only a matter of time.
He was in an utterly bedraggled state, shocked and enraged.
He truly had not expected Ji Haoyuan and the others to be so bold as to dare attack them directly.
"Just what do you all mean by this?
Do you truly intend to make enemies of my Crimson Cloud Sect?
Have you actually considered the consequences of doing this?"
Ma Qiulin roared furiously.
"Stop now, and there is still time to make amends.
I can guarantee that neither I nor Senior Brother Zhou will pursue what just happened in the slightest."
Yet his words received no response