The elderly temple man bellowed angrily, "There must be even more powerful beings driving them here from afar..."
"We can't escape!"
The Martial Artist from the Yue family's side branch said with a trembling voice.
"Sound the alarm!"
The temple elder trembled as he reached for an object to sound the alarm.
But among those twelve Martial Artists, suddenly one in the Refining Essence Realm drew his sword and swiftly chopped off the elder's wrist.
Blood sprayed everywhere, and even the alarm device fell to the ground, stained by the blood.
"Zhao Yang, what are you doing?"
"My apologies, everyone."
The Martial Artist in the Refining Essence Realm, with his brows heavy, said, "My son is in their hands; they told me if I don't die tonight, my son will die!"
"Have you turned to Tribulation Ash?"
The face of the temple elder turned ashen.
"Not Tribulation Ash."
