Ling Yun furrowed his brow slightly and raised his hand, not even needing to summon his sword as he pointed two fingers like a blade.
A terrifying sword qi burst forth across the courtyard, slashing toward Venerable Qingyi and the others.
Red Robe Daoist's expression changed as he sensed a piercing sword qi rushing toward him that suffocated him.
Puff!
Puff!
Bang!
Three sounds fell, and Venerable Qingyi and the other two met their ends simultaneously.
The only ones who could escape in front of Ling Yun were the God of Thieves, who possessed a mysterious ancient divine ability, and the mysterious stone tablet of unknown origin.
A few pieces of trash not sleeping in the middle of the night—he had spared them once before, but today they doubled down and even fought near Ling Yun's courtyard, which was simply courting death.
Yan Xuefei also knew that Ling Yun had made a move, and without any shock, she simply gave a soft word of thanks and left, as the disparity in strength was far too great.
With the deaths of the three elders of Xuerong Hall, three corpses appeared on the ground and were quickly discovered by others, and the matter spread instantly.
At the same time, within the territory of the Snow Dragon Clan and above the grand hall of Xuerong Hall, a heaven-shaking roar rang out.
A middle-aged man wearing a dragon-python cyan robe wore an extremely cold expression, and with a single palm strike, the chair he sat upon silently turned to dust.
This middle-aged man was none other than the master of Xuerong Hall, Shang Yuntian, a formidable Immortal Emperor eighteen who could fight the Ghost Emperor to a standstill even before the recovery of spiritual energy.
His strength was little different from a Star Lord,