The elders were greatly frightened by what they had just witnessed. Even the inner court elders couldn't keep their calm anymore they knew they weren't capable of killing those elders with a single move.
They could defeat them but killing them was on another level. Perhaps only the core elders were capable of such.
While most of the disciples were already crying, they wanted nothing more than to run away from here. Some of them had even begun to curse the sect master and supreme elder for not showing face.
The core elders began glancing at one another, wondering what kind of being they had offended.
"Playtime is over... If your sect master is not going to come and witness his sect being annihilated, then I'm going to force him out." A black sword appeared in Devon's hand.
Devon pointed his black sword at the elders in front of him, "Sword descendants." he said in an icy voice.
