"People of the Tang Sect, do you truly disregard the face of the Antian Clan? Has the promise we made before been forsaken!!!"
Just as Rogue Dragon was about to infuse energy into Yi Xiaofei's body, a cold, derisive voice rang out, causing Tang Ya, who was in the midst of action, to change his expression.
A formidable aura locked onto him, a sensation he had encountered within the Tang Sect. Only someone from the Heavenly Realm could possess such an aura.
At this moment, his entire back was drenched in cold sweat. In the presence of someone from the Heavenly Realm, he was nothing but an ant.
Bang!
There was no room for hesitation, as a katana flew from afar and pierced below Tang Ya's chest, spraying blood in all directions. Tang Ya's body collapsed onto the wooden boards, his True Yuan Force scattered throughout his body.
With one strike, someone at the Innate Late Stage was subdued instantly, and from such a distance, no less.
