The three peak masters of the Blue Cloud Sword Sect were the strongest members other than the sect master. However, in just two rounds, they had already lost their will to fight and were so frightened that they were waiting for the sect master to rescue them.
With such an unexpected turn of events, other than the disciples who could not see the situation outside, all the elders felt that they could not breathe easily. They gulped and found that their feet were stuck firmly to the ground.
They wanted to stop the masked man who was walking towards the three peak masters, but their bodies refused to cooperate.
For a moment, the entire Blue Cloud Sword Sect fell silent.
"Young man."
In front of the flattened mountain gate, a thin figure had appeared at some point.
The person was dressed in loose robes and had a head of white hair. On the surface, he looked like an ordinary old man, but his aura was as heavy as the sea.
