Blood splashed everywhere!
Qin Heng, a Gold Core True Person whose combat strength ranked second only to the Sect Master in the Eastern Saint Sect, had died just like that, without a sound.
"Master!"
Below, Zhao Feng's eyes were ice-cold!
Yet the waves of attacks pouring in from outside the formation left him no chance to break away. He could only watch as the Blood-Bone Venerable casually tossed down Qin Heng's shattered corpse.
At the very moment the corpse fell, a streak of sword light suddenly rose from within it, then shot into the depths of the mountain mist at a jaw-dropping speed. Within a single breath, it seemed to be carrying a figure as it sped off in another direction!
The Blood-Bone Venerable turned, about to give chase, only for a teeth-grating sound of grinding bones to come from his body. Then, as though their strength had been exhausted, the bones fell away one after another.
They also revealed the figure within.
But his face still could not be seen clearly.
Bang!
At that moment, the tottering Mountain-Guarding Formation finally gave out. Its curtain of light shattered, and in an instant, the Heavenly Gate Sect cultivators surged toward the sect's core grounds like a dense swarm of ants.
The situation had changed so quickly that Wang Ba could barely take it all in.
Only when a Servant Disciple, bloody flesh hanging from his entire body, suddenly appeared at Dingjiu Manor and began grotesquely shrinking his body-
Did Wang Ba finally understand why he had felt something was wrong.
Even a Qi Refining cultivator like him, protected by the middle-grade Spirit Beast Jia Seven and sprinting all the way with a supreme-grade Spirit-Walking Talisman, had nearly lost his life. With so many Heavenly Gate Sect cultivators, how could they