Bang!
That sword cleaved straight through the passenger seat, splattering blood all over the glass. The person inside... seemed to be dead beyond doubt.
Zhao Yu raised his head with a feral grin and looked toward Yan Mei, who had just started the car!
The man didn't care in the slightest who had come. He had entered a bloodthirsty state. After hacking Hua Meili to death, Yan Mei in the driver's seat was next.
The old woman in purple robes seemed completely unaffected by however many disciples of the Arcane Sect died, and continued slowly walking forward.
Thud. Thud. Her cane struck the road, each knock seeming to shake our souls. The old woman was like a Rakshasa idol with bared fangs and brandished claws. That aura made Li Poxiao and me focus all our attention.
"You're Yan Xiying's younger brother, Yan Qingtu, right? Your Arcane Sect is getting more and more useless. An early-stage Dao Entry cultivator was beaten senseless by a few little devils. What a disappointment you are to this old woman." The old woman shook her head as she mocked Yan Qingtu.
Yan Qingtu looked back, his face turning somewhat ashen. "Yan Zihua!"
I wondered who she was, but Li Poxiao had already grown uneasy. "Late-stage Dao Entry."
"She's Granny Zihua of the Purple Sovereign Sect! Retreat!" Taking advantage of everyone's momentary stupor, one of Yan Qingtu's disciples suddenly shrieked and ran toward the other end of the road. Tong Sanjin threw the spear in his hand, and it instantly struck the man's foot, pinning him to the road.
The man wailed in despair. Yan Qingtu charged toward Tong Sanjin to save his disciple.
I cast my forbidden spell, sealing one of Yan Qingtu's techniques. Li Poxiao also hesitated no longer and borrowed the Dao Arts