Using One's Own Methods Against Them

"Cough, cough!"

Su Boyang coughed up blood, his old face as pale as wax paper.

For the hundreds of thousands of years since Su Boyang had become an elder of Danxin Sect, he had constantly been fawned over by various great powers. Everyone had feared treating him, Su Boyang, poorly. Who knew how many experts from the Tiannan Great World, including figures like Prince Yi, had kept generous gifts ready, hoping he would personally refine pills for them.

Su Boyang had thought that he would spend the latter half of his life surrounded by such an aura, enjoying all the wealth and glory of the Martial Dao World, with his life shining like the moon surrounded by stars.

He had never imagined that one day, he and his junior disciple, one old and one young, would be hung on a wall like this.

It was simply the greatest humiliation!

"Martial Uncle, will... the sect... send someone to save us...?"

Su Muyan's lungs had been pierced. Every time he spoke, air leaked from his chest, so the pain he was enduring could easily be imagined.

His only hope now was that experts from Danxin Sect would come to save them. Danxin Sect had many experts, and they were their only hope.

Before Su Muyan could finish speaking, his voice caught in his throat. He suddenly saw Yi Yun in the darkness, holding a blue Longsword and standing amid a heap of corpses strewn in all directions. Blood dripped from the blade, pattering onto the ground drop by drop.

Only then did Su Muyan realize that apart from him, all the other younger disciples of Danxin Sect had been killed!

Su Muyan nearly suffocated. He had been in a half-conscious state just now and had not noticed what Yi Yun had done