Dragon-Casting Mountain, the Sword Sect.
A grief-stricken howl came from afar, echoing above Dragon-Casting Mountain.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Sect Master Meng Tingxiao swiftly appeared in a clearing on the front mountain, his figure straight and tall, like a sharp sword pointing at the heavens.
Behind him, the Sword Sect's elders appeared one after another.
Before long, they saw a hundred Overlord Thunder King Rocs approaching from the distance.
"Zhao and the others are back!"
"Huh? Why is Zhao alone?"
The elders quickly noticed something amiss.
Meng Tingxiao narrowed his eyes, his expression stern, but his heart was already in his throat. Had something happened?
Once Zhu Zhao entered the sect, he jumped off the roc's back and dropped to his knees with a thud, weeping bitterly. "Master, inside the Secret Realm, Medicine Valley suddenly attacked us without any reason, intent on killing us. Their leader, Yan Xu, was already at king rank eighth grade. Your disciple was powerless and couldn't resist. I escaped by sheer luck, but all my fellow disciples were brutally murdered. Please seek justice for us, Master!"
Meng Tingxiao and the elders swayed.
The Sword Sect had sent a hundred people this time, all outstanding members of its younger generation. The sect had poured immeasurable effort into nurturing them.
If they had been wiped out, there would be a severe gap in the Sword Sect's younger generation!
"Tell me exactly what happened. Don't leave out a single detail!" Meng Tingxiao said through gritted teeth.
Zhu Zhao recounted everything in anguish. By the time he finished, Meng Tingxiao's face was cold as frost.
"Medicine Valley has gone too far! Grand Elder, stay behind to guard the sect. Everyone else, come with me to Medicine Valley and demand an explanation!" Meng Tingxiao ordered, murderous intent radiating from him.
"Yes!"