Facing off against a level eight transcendent was nothing short of a death wish.
On the surface, it seemed like just one level apart.
But in reality, their power was worlds apart.
They didn't stand a chance!
"Third Junior Brother, where are the thousand disciples you brought with you?" the first elder asked with a frown.
"Dead!"
"What?!" The great elder was furious. "All 1,000 disciples of my Dlael Spiritual Sect died here?! What exactly happened?"
"I… I don't know!"
The third elder went numb, bloodied and on the verge of tears. He had no idea who he'd provoked but had nearly gotten himself killed.
A thousand disciples and two outer sect elders had perished here. He was in serious trouble.
"I'll leave you to sort this out." The great elder said coldly as he led him away. "You'd better explain this to the sect master yourself. And be sure to clarify the situation with the White Lotus Sacred Cloud Sect. Otherwise…"
