Leave No Survivors

At the sight of the ghastly scene in the distance.

The two Wusang Sect disciples who had been locked in a desperate struggle with Chen Yuan and the others could no longer contain their shock.

Senior Brother Sima had actually been driven to such a desperate state.

If a direct disciple died here, even if the two of them made it back alive, they would never escape severe punishment from the sect.

Two streams of dark-red energy suddenly surged.

Senior Sister Liu and Junior Brother He held nothing back. The light of their Dao Chess Pieces flooded from within them, and each unleashed a furious strike.

A violent wave of magical power exploded out of nowhere.

Chen Yuan and the others were already far weaker in cultivation, holding on through sheer grit alone.

Now, as that terrifying force slammed into them head-on, they all grunted and were driven back dozens of yards.

Junior Brother He steadied himself. His eyes were bloodshot as he watched Chen Yuan and the others regain their footing and move to block them again. He abruptly turned around and glared at them.

"Senior Brother Sima is a direct disciple of the Wusang Sect!"

"Are you people really determined to fight the Wusang Sect to the death?!"

"Uh..."

At his words, the four of them stiffened.

They instinctively turned around and hurriedly looked into the distance.

Then all four of them stood there, at a loss.

A moment ago, they had been facing two mighty cultivators at the Sixth Rank of Chess-Player Realm. As ordinary disciples whose highest cultivation was only the fourth rank, how could they afford to let their guard down?

They had thrown everything they had into holding the two back, and hadn't spared a thought for what was happening on Guest Elder Jiang's