Sikong Li's Fury

Sikong Li's Fury

Sikong Li had never suffered such a heavy loss before. How could dealing with a mere Core Condensation Realm brat have caused such enormous losses? It was simply a humiliation beyond measure.

The other Four Great Sects were probably watching the Cold Moon Sect make a fool of itself, weren't they?

Sikong Li's guess was not wrong. In the Chaotic Archipelago, the Five Great Sects usually kept one another in check and were rivals.

However, they restrained themselves from clashing too fiercely with one another. They would not let conflicts escalate into all-out war.

Because if war broke out, only the other sects would profit by taking advantage of the situation.

Now that the Cold Moon Sect had lost so many experts, it had been dealt a crippling blow.

Its reputation had suffered, so it had to kill Jiang Chen to save face.

After Jiang Chen left the small island, the others also went to investigate why Jiang Chen alone had left the island.

When they arrived, they all drew in a sharp breath at the sight before them, their hearts filled with shock. What they saw were the corpses of the Cold Moon Sect's experts.

Many of the corpses were mangled beyond recognition. There were also plenty of chunks of flesh—the weaker Core Condensation Realm cultivators had been unable to withstand the formation's power and had been blown to pieces.

Some Nascent Soul Realm experts had even lost their hands and feet. The sight was horrifying.

Murong Jitian's original appearance could no longer be made out. His entire body was covered in wounds. He had suffered too much lightning damage, and his corpse had been charred. It could be said that he had died an exceedingly painful death.

Soon, the Cold Moon Sect's experts arrived as