The back courtyard of Hundred Herbs Hall.
Everyone was stunned, unable to help staring at the figure amid the radiance.
Xiao Yang slowly lowered the Sun-Shooting Bow.
Though he wore a black robe and a mask, he was peerlessly elegant, unmatched by anyone.
Their hearts filled with shock and awe, but above all, fear...
It was like a tiny ant coming face-to-face with a divine dragon from the heavens.
"What was that arrow just now?"
"Did the Great Elder really die just like that? His body seems to be hanging on the city wall!"
"And those Protective Spirit Artifacts—including the sect's treasured Sky-Overturning Seal—were all shattered?!"
The Medicine King Valley disciples had never seen an arrow like that!
How could it be called a weapon?
It was clearly the wrath of a god, the heavenly punishment that would destroy the world!
It filled them with deep despair. They didn't dare try to fight back.
"Run! Hurry and run!"
Someone shouted first. The Medicine King Valley disciples snapped out of their daze and fled in every direction.
The Great Elder had been at the peak of the Sixth Grade, and he'd been killed in an instant!
Even if they stayed to resist, it would be pointless.
"Trying to leave? Too late!"
Xiao Yang sneered and charged forward with his War Saber, like a tiger among sheep.
Thunder Prison World Destroying Saber Second Form—
Three Thousand Thunders!
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
He instantly created more than a dozen afterimages, his saber rising and falling.
He cut them down like grass!
In the time it took to breathe a few times, every Medicine King Valley disciple had been slain.
Corpses piled up like mountains, blood flowed like rivers!
These people were all members of Xiao Junlin's Maternal Clan. They'd come to Xuelong Pass to