Silence.
Within the hall, a moment of silence prevailed.
More than ten National Martial Saints had their gaze fixed upon the figure clothed in a gold-patterned profound robe.
Their eyes inevitably fell upon the headless female corpse at his feet.
A Mid-level Martial Saint from the Wenxian Sect...
Just like that, dead?!
Like slaughtering a chicken, without any resistance, killed just like that?
In an instant, everyone's thoughts were in turmoil, like a stormy sea had been unleashed!
Just what was the strength of this newly-appointed National Martial Saint!
How could he be so powerful?
Vaguely, an unbelievable thought emerged in the minds of the National Martial Saints.
Immediately, pupils contracted, and the expressions of shock on their faces intensified.
And it was at this moment that a calm voice resounded within the hall:
"The Wenxian Sect intended to refine the common people of the Twelve States for their demonic practices."
