Half a month later.
At the square at the foot of the mountain of Xuantian Sect.
Countless human masters had gathered here.
On the square, two temporary execution racks had been set up.
After discussion among the Xuantian Sect's higher-ups, it was decided that all traitors, including the two elders, would be executed by slow slicing.
After a period of short repairs, Xuantian Sect finally looked like a sect.
Just that the city at the foot of the mountain had become a pile of ruins after being destroyed.
Many human warriors rushed over, and only a few houses that had not collapsed were filled with people.
"There are too many traitors, so we'll deal with the small fries first. I heard that there's still some time before dealing with those two elders."
The middle-aged scholar who had just gone up the mountain to inquire about the news returned and said.
