"Why hadn't Junior Brother dealt with those young cultivators yet? What was he dawdling over?"
With that thought in mind, he released his divine sense and began searching through the thunderclouds for his junior brother's whereabouts.
"Found him! Junior Brother, hurry and—"
His cry for help had barely reached halfway when the Wind Thunder Temple cultivator's voice abruptly stopped.
For when he followed the aura to his junior brother's battlefield, he saw a scene that left him utterly horrified and stunned.
His junior brother's limbs were pinned to a rootless giant tree by several moonbeams. A black dragon formed from wood arts coiled around his neck, while his head was completely sealed by the Word Spirit Technique. His entire body was a bloody blur, covered in scorch marks left by red lightning, and a Gold Aspect Arrow had pierced straight through his chest.
Painful howls spilled from his mouth, and the true essence within him was rapidly dissipating.
Then, in the next instant, he watched in horror as a figure swift as the wind darted out, pinching a gleam of spiritual light between his fingers and pointing at his junior brother.
The person's lips moved slightly, uttering several indistinct words.
Immediately afterward, the Wind Thunder Temple cultivator watched helplessly as his junior brother's body exploded amid the thunderclouds.
Since he cultivated thunder-and-fire arts, the true essence spilling out after his death transformed into a ball of blazing flame, weaving and dancing with lightning amid the thunderclouds.
"Dead... dead?"
Seeing this sight, the Wind Thunder Temple cultivator felt his mind churn, and for a moment, he was completely dazed.
His junior brother, a Wind Thunder Temple steward, possessed the Twelfth Layer Essence Condensation cultivation. His arts were exquisite, and among cultivators of the same realm, his strength was by no means