They died, and their souls ascended to the Investiture of the Gods.
When the Western Religion disciples' auras vanished, Jiang Ziya and the others knew they had been utterly erased.
Xian Junyu was actually this savage. He truly deserved his title as the foremost savage saint... he lived up to every word!
"X-X-X... Xian Junyu, with all your... all your slaughter, aren't you afraid... afraid of..."
Seeing the disciples of the Western Religion's saints fall just like that, Randeng stopped fighting Jin Ling and descended.
Whether from anger or fear, he pointed at Xian Junyu and could barely speak without stammering.
"Afraid of what? I've lived all these years, and apart from my Master, Tongtian, I fear no one!"
Xian Junyu looked at Randeng with utter contempt.
After all his years in the world, if there were still anyone he feared, he would never have emerged. He would have stayed hidden in the Interception Sect.
"You... you... you..."
Randeng stared at him, momentarily at a loss for words.
Come to think of it, ever since this fellow had emerged, he really had never feared anyone. His audacity knew no bounds, and his cultivation far surpassed even the older generation of cultivators.
If someone like him belonged to the Chan Sect, the sect would surely flourish!
Unfortunately, he did not...
"What do you mean, 'you'?"
"If you hadn't interfered, how would my martial nephew Wen Zhong have ended up in such a plight? You... deserve to die!"
As his words fell, Xian Junyu raised his hand, slowly pointing his index finger at Randeng.
He intended to kill him.
Hearing this, Wen Zhong's face instantly filled with admiration.
This was the Interception Sect's first disciple, his first senior uncle. He was simply too commanding, too reassuring.
"Xian Junyu, I belong to the