The world was filled with a calm and peaceful noise, with traces of laziness and confidence.
Confidence that stemmed from deep within the heart of a top-class cultivator.
Fang Lang was confident too but it was not as intense as this since he had yet to mature into a great cultivator.
Therefore, Fang Lang was not the one talking at this moment!
As he spoke, the five elders of the Main Path Guild were grinded into a mist of blood within the lotus flower blade energy. It was as if the world had fallen into a deadly silence.
The pungent scent of blood permeated the air as the night breeze spread them out.
The old man standing above Mount Tongtian narrowed his eyes.
The five seventh-class elders were killed without any chance to fight back. He made it seem so effortless as if he had just crushed five ants. All of the disciples of the Main Path Guild were overwhelmed by the impact of the attack.
