How could she possibly not feel chilled to the heart?
But what could she do to change any of this? Only at the critical moment could one see a person's true heart. Her Canghai Sect actually had so many cowards who clung to life and feared death—it was truly heartbreaking.
"He Qiushui, if you want someone to blame, blame the fact that you are the Canghai Sect's Sect Master. If we want to live now, we can only kill you with our own hands first." A Canghai Sect higher-up stepped forward, his tone icy. True qi had already gathered around his fingertips, as though he intended to use some finger technique to kill He Qiushui.
But just as he was about to strike, a scream suddenly rang out.
"My finger!"
The Canghai Sect higher-up who had just intended to use a finger technique to kill He Qiushui looked at the finger with which he had planned to execute his technique, only to discover that it had become a bloody mess. Somehow, it had been severed.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed wisps of lightning power lingering around it. It seemed that this lightning power had sliced off his finger.
The higher-up's face was filled with terror and despair. He had no idea who had done it.
Even the wolf demon clan was startled, their gazes sweeping relentlessly around the area.
"Who is it?!"
"Who was that?!"
"Stop looking. I'm right here." Suddenly, beneath the blinding sunlight, a black figure slowly emerged from the entrance of the great hall.
Only after he fully entered the hall and was no longer illuminated by that piercing light did his appearance become completely visible. Looking closely, it was none other than Yang Chen.
"Who are you?" The Silver Moon Wolf Demons bared their savage fangs.