It shattered into thousands of pieces, blood splattering everywhere.
The Heavenly Spirit Sect's sect leader, shocked, turned to flee, his blood and body scattered.
At this point.
As long as the soul remained intact, a single drop of blood could bring revival.
Scipio was determined to kill them all.
"Scipio, don't chase after a cornered enemy. Let's go!" Elder Juntenen shouted.
"Leave? To where? If news leaks, those people will come for us like mad dogs. The battlefield won't be in front of our Lotus Feather Pavilion."
If that happened, the Lotus Feather Pavilion's gate would be flattened.
Who knew how many disciples would lose their lives for nothing.
A hint of madness sparked in Scipio Langdon's eyes.
He muttered, "Come, all of you. Let this place become a battlefield. One battle to decide the world. It will build Lotus Feather Pavilion's reputation and lay the foundation for its rise."
As they spoke.
