Night fell.
The cold moonlight spilled down, and the Hooking Abyss Sword Sect's headquarters had already fallen silent.
Nearly one-fifth of the buildings had been destroyed. Traces of battle were everywhere, with blood and corpses scattered across the ground.
This great sect of the martial world, with more than four hundred years of history, had been trampled into ruin and reduced to dust.
Under the control of the City Guard, several hundred disciples of the Hooking Abyss Sword Sect had laid down their weapons and been gathered in a Training Ground.
Surrounding them were dark gun barrels aimed at them, while on the outskirts stood numerous Dao Foundation Stage martial artists, Martial Dao Masters, and even Grandmasters! Most of these Hooking Abyss Sword Sect disciples were merely Body Breaking Stage martial artists. Only five Dao Foundation Stage martial artists had been captured.
As for Martial Dao Masters, the Hooking Abyss Sword Sect had four in total.
One had died, two had escaped, and one had been personally captured by Liu Changwen.
"Marquis, we've captured the Hooking Abyss Sword Sect's leader, Zhang Yuanhong. He says he wants to see you."
Beside a heap of ruins, Liang Xin approached Li Fei and clasped his fists in salute.
After this battle, his attitude toward Li Fei had grown even more respectful.
"Bring him over."
Li Fei said calmly.
Soon, Liang Xin personally escorted over a bloodstained, disheveled man with a feeble aura.
This man was none other than the Hooking Abyss Sword Sect's leader, Zhang Yuanhong.
Not long ago, he had climbed White Camel Mountain alone, brimming with confidence as he persuaded them to take sides. Now, he had fallen into utter wretchedness.
Baisha University and the Hooking Abyss Sword Sect had clashed many times and accumulated a long-standing grudge. Thus, the moment