As dust rose into the air, over three hundred Geng Jin Small Swords instantly plunged into the midst of the smoke.
"Ah!!!"
A sharp cry of agony resounded in all directions.
But it didn't last long before it gradually quieted down.
When the dust dispersed, in everyone's sight, a figure riddled with swords, lay silently in the depth of a pit.
Whoosh!
Everyone gasped in shock.
Qin Zheng's expression was calm, his gaze shifted to the remaining two Heavenly Immortals as he spoke, "I'll ask one more time."
"What did you do in the Yuanyang Realm?"
This time, the remaining two did not struggle or rage.
Both the Great Elder of the Haoyue Immortal Sect and the Master of the Demon Suppressing Alliance were pale with a ghastly complexion.
Their eyes, fixing on Qin, were filled with a mix of fury and fear.
"We... we know nothing!"
Several breaths later, Wu Cunsheng spoke with difficulty.
Qin's expression grew even colder.
A surge of killing intent once again enveloped the area.
