Tragic

The Three Origins Sect elder at the Round Marrow Realm had finally freed up his hands.

The Yaksha that had been holding him back earlier flew off to besiege Shi Xin. The remaining Demonic Beasts were merely at the Marrow-Piercing and Marrow Birth Realms—how could they dare stand in his way?

This elder was named Zhou He. Though he was not among the very best within the Three Origins Sect, his Round Marrow cultivation was exceedingly solid. Now that he had no opponent of the same realm, he was like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep.

He struck out with a palm, and the forceful palm wind blasted several Marrow Birth Demonic Beasts blocking his path away. Without even sparing them a glance, he strode toward the city walls, fighting as he went.

The Demonic Beasts trailed far behind, their eyes full of apprehension. The occasional one that charged forward in a suicidal rush was sent flying with a single palm strike.

"Quick! Into the city!"

Elder Zhou He's voice boomed like muffled thunder across the battlefield.

A dozen or so disciples from the Three Origins Sect and Lotus Chan Monastery followed behind him. Every one of them was wounded, but under the elder's lead, they finally carved out a bloody path.

The formation flashed, and the Three Origins Sect group filed into the city.

Atop the walls, the defenders scrambled to receive them. Some handed out water, others medicine, but even more people stared fixedly at the bloody battle still raging beyond the city.

Shi Xin's side had completely fallen apart.

After burning his Essence Blood, the old monk's strength had surged to a terrifying level.

His palms whirled through the air, Buddhist light raging like an angry sea. Every palm strike carried the force to burn