But a bloody gash had been carved across Yan San's back, leaving a sword mark even on his hard spine.
"Hm? You have a divine ability like that? Die!"
Seeing that his strike had killed only two Wind Beasts, the burly man in the short hair and black robe furrowed his thick brows and pointed a finger through the air again.
Boom!
As the sound rang out, three figures flew backward.
"You're courting death!" the burly man roared.
His second strike had been blocked just after he launched it. The Great Elder, Hong Yin, and Li Yan had joined forces to intercept it.
The moment the burly man struck, they knew something was wrong. Yan San and the Wind Beasts did not know Wan Qingshe; clearly, they were still investigating the disturbance here.
Yet the instant they showed themselves, the man had attacked without a trace of hesitation.
The burly man plainly intended to kill the high-ranking Wind Beasts outright. Once the leading fourth-tier Wind Beasts died, there would be no chance of the Tianli Clan living peacefully with the three Wind Beast clans. The survivors would hate the Human Race bitterly.
The Great Elder and the others grasped his vicious intent at once. On the surface, he had come to settle Wan Qingshe's score with Li Yan, but that was only an excuse.
The Tianli Clan and the Sword Cleansing Sect bore no deep grudge. As long as neither Nascent Soul Cultivator died, a clash between them should have amounted to little in the eyes of a Spirit Transformation cultivator.
Otherwise, did he mean to shelter his disciple for life? His greater aim was to prevent the Tianli Clan and the Wind Beasts from coexisting—and to keep Wind Beasts from living on the Wind God Continent at all.
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