Wang Kunhai seemed prepared. As soon as he saw Du Siwen move her hand, he hurriedly sidestepped, dodging the Soul-Piercing Nail. The Qi Refining Disciples nearby also helped Wang Kunhai from time to time, launching sneak attacks.
Outside the wall, Xu Qingtong had been keeping watch on the situation inside. Seeing Du Siwen forced onto the defensive and Gong Chu barely protecting himself with Clouded Mountains and Mist-Shrouded, he took advantage of Wang Kunhai's inability to divide his attention while fighting Du Siwen and crept up to the room.
He had intended to launch a Divine Sense Thorn to ambush Wang Kunhai, but Wang Kunhai was, after all, at the foundation establishment middle stage. Although his own divine sense was stronger, there was still the risk of killing a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of his own.
After weighing his options, he decided to pick the soft persimmons to squeeze first: he would kill the Qi Refining Disciples, unsettle that man surnamed Wang, then wait for an opening to strike.
Holding the Soul-Piercing Nails in his left hand, Xu Qingtong summoned the Star Plucker Sword with his right. He leaped into the room and released the Soul-Piercing Nails.
The three disciples gesticulating as they watched the fight suddenly felt pain in their minds, followed by a wave of dizziness. Before they could recover, the Star Plucker Sword danced up and down, cutting through them like melons and vegetables. The three Qi Refining Disciples fell to the floor without even understanding what had happened.
The other two disciples saw another person rush in and, without distinguishing right from wrong, hack wildly and cut down their three companions. Their souls nearly fled their bodies, their livers and gallbladders all but split with terror. Without caring whether Elder Wang lived