Seeing the incomparably tragic scene in the distance.
The two Wusang Sect cultivators, who had been locked in a desperate struggle with Chen Yuan's group of four, could no longer suppress the terror in their hearts.
Senior Brother Sima had actually been forced into such a state.
If a personal disciple perished here, then even if the two of them returned alive, they would never escape the sect's severe punishment.
Boom.
Two streams of dark-red aura suddenly surged.
Senior Sister Liu and Junior Brother He held nothing back any longer. The Dao Chess radiance within them surged wildly as they each unleashed an enraged strike.
Violent spell power exploded out of thin air.
Chen Yuan and the others had been weak in cultivation to begin with, relying entirely on sheer resolve to hold on.
When that horrifying force crashed head-on into them, they all let out muffled groans and were forcibly driven back dozens of zhang.
Junior Brother He steadied himself. His eyes were bloodshot as he watched Chen Yuan's group regain their footing and prepare to block them again. He suddenly turned around and glared at them.
"Senior Brother Sima is a personal disciple of our Wusang Sect!"
"Do you truly intend to fight our Wusang Sect to the death?!"
"Uh..."
Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan and the others' expressions stiffened.
They instinctively turned their heads and hurriedly looked into the distance.
Then all four of them stood there blankly, somewhat at a loss.
They had just been facing two great cultivators at the Sixth Chessmaster level. The four of them were ordinary disciples whose highest cultivation was merely four pieces—how could they afford even the slightest distraction?
They had exerted every ounce of strength to stop their opponents, completely neglecting to notice what was happening on the guest