"Dead... they're all dead..."
Inside Green Mountain Martial Hall.
Li Qinglan looked somewhat dazed.
Ever since Eldest Senior Brother had led ten of their fellow disciples onto the battlefield, things seemed to have taken a sharp turn for the worse.
First came the bad news: the government troops had been wiped out to the last man. Their master had seemed to age ten years overnight.
Not long after, rebel soldiers surrounded the city.
Then tonight, the city walls had suddenly fallen, and a large number of unknown Black Martial Artists attacked Green Mountain Martial Hall.
The senior brothers, sisters, and juniors she knew so well had suffered grievous casualties.
Rallying the last of her strength, she killed the martial artist before her with one palm strike, but another martial artist approached without the slightest hurry.
"Li Qinglan, why throw your life away for Xue the Flayer? Join us and kill him. I'll give you a share of the formula!"
The tall, gaunt martial artist assumed a fighting stance. He was using Black Sand Palm as well!
"You know me. So you really were someone who came here to learn boxing! Traitor!"
Li Qinglan cursed.
"Hehe... I paid good money to learn martial arts, yet that old ghost kept the formula under lock and key. He charged me ten taels for every portion of medicinal sand... If medicinal sand had been supplied without limit, I might have reached hidden force long ago. Why would I have had to waste away until now?"
The tall, gaunt martial artist cursed, "That old ghost is the one who caused all this!"
He lunged forward, his palms striking out in rapid succession.
Li Qinglan defended with Black Sand Palm as well. Palm shadows whirled through the air, and for a moment, she was almost dazed,