The last time Su Xin wiped out the Xunfeng Sword Sect, Lu Xudeng and the others had been scolded by Su Xin for failing to kill every last disciple. This time, they'd learned their lesson. Just like Li Huai, they took no prisoners, killing everyone they saw and wiping out the entire sect.
At that moment, a young Cold Moon Hall disciple charged out from the crowd, roaring as he wielded a pair of golden scimitars. His blade energy was fierce, and the violent flashes of his blades cut down two Xiantian Realm constables in an instant. Eyes bloodshot, he charged straight at Su Xin and the others.
Su Xin's eyes filled with interest. The disciple looked to be only about twenty, yet he had already reached the Innate Spirit Aperture Realm. That was a rare talent in a second-rate faction like Cold Moon Hall.
Su Xin guessed that this was the exceptionally gifted disciple Cold Moon Hall had snatched from the Iron Sword Sect all those years ago.
The young disciple's eyes were red as he charged at Su Xin and the others with both blades in hand. "You villains! Die!"
Su Xin casually pointed a finger. A tremendous force smashed the blades in the young man's hands, leaving both of his hands a bloody mess. He spat out a mouthful of blood and crumpled to the ground.
Even so, hatred brimmed in his eyes as he glared at Su Xin and the others. "You villains wiped out my Cold Moon Hall! One day, I'll make sure you all die miserable deaths!"
Su Xin shook his head. "One day? I really don't know how Cold Moon Hall taught you. You trained your martial arts but forgot to use your brain? Do you think you still have a future?"
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