"Whoever makes another sound will end up just like him!" The cultivator held his bloodstained sword high, skewering the man's head upon it as he spoke coldly.
The screams were immediately swallowed back down by force. The scene seemed to fall silent, leaving only stifled sobbing under extreme repression.
"I was wondering why so many powerful cultivators had suddenly appeared. That swordsman is clearly from the Bai Family." Xia Xuan gritted her teeth.
Moreover, everything unfolding before them undoubtedly proved that what they had heard earlier was completely true.
That Bai Family cultivator had moved far too quickly. Even though Xia Xuan had wanted to save the man, she had not made it in time, and they had been some distance away.
As they spoke, they saw the cultivator pacing about before raising his sword again without warning and slashing it at the nearest person beside him—a hunched, white-haired old man!
The old man had already been advanced in years. Now he was bound in iron chains and had clearly suffered torture; he likely even had difficulty moving normally.
Under the butcher's blade of a powerful cultivator beside him, he naturally had no chance to react or resist.
"Beast, stop!"
This time, Xia Xuan could not possibly watch the tragedy unfold. Her figure abruptly became a streak of light as she flew swiftly toward them.
At the same time, she raised a hand in midair and pointed from afar. A ray of light shot from her fingertip, descending from the sky and striking the sword with precision when it was already less than a foot from the old man.
"Clang!"
With a crisp ring, the cultivator had never expected anyone to dare intervene so suddenly in such circumstances. There was also a not small gap between his strength and Xia