Hostility had already flared up, one side with murder in their eyes, the other with unyielding resolve—and naturally, this was no time for idle prattle.
The elders of Shenxiao Sect began to come forth to protect the ordinary disciples, who were not so fragile as to be easily taken by a gust of wind. Having weathered the initial chaos, they quickly organized themselves into an orderly group.
It was Lin Yu and Fang Yu who were under greater pressure.
Fang Yu sighed regretfully. Ever since the Thunderclap Sword had been lost, she knew that a day of tribulation was inevitable.
Everyone was, of course, mentally prepared, but if they had the Thunderclap Sword with them, these few would be nothing but earthen chickens and pottery dogs.
"Imperial Decree: Execute Demons!"
Lin Yu's Nine Heavens Divine Thunder required no incantations to cast, making its deployment even quicker, which was one thing—but the sight of those purple thunder snakes made Zhao Yuan's scalp tingle.
