Chapter 272

At this horrifying sight, the mountain guard disciples around them were instantly terrified and bolted away in panic.

But before Jiang Dao Yun, who cared only for avenging his poor cousin, all struggles were utterly useless!

With one punch, his elemental force surged forth, instantly engulfing everyone and reducing them all to blood mist, leaving not a single bone or corpse!

After completing this, Jiang Dao Yun did not pause a moment—he crossed the Shanmen and charged deep into the encampment, slaughtering all in his path!

Screams and pleas rose continuously.

Seeing this suddenly appearing burly man, whose power was astonishing and who had killed a large group with a single blow,

the many Chaoxia Sect disciples felt an overwhelming tide of despair.

"Run! His power must surely be that of a Yuanhai cultivator!"

"Such a being is beyond our ability to resist! Only the Sect Master can hope to stand a chance!"

"Given our strength, if we don't want to die, we must flee now!"

Thinking of the years still ahead of them, no one wished to leave their lives here.

Thus, the many Chaoxia Sect disciples scattered and fled in wild panic!

But all of this was meaningless before Jiang Dao Yun, consumed by hatred!

Recalling the dangers he had endured over the years, his fury surged higher, his chest heaved, and his strikes grew even more ruthless!

Under full-force assault, not a single Chaoxia Sect disciple died with a whole corpse!

Gradually,

crimson blood stained the floor tiles, seeping through the cracks.

The thick stench of blood filled the air, lingering and nauseating.

Yet Jiang Dao Yun's expression was eerily cold, his eyes only bloodshot and blazing red!

Just as he was fully immersed in slaughter, a voice suddenly came from nearby.

"How dare you! Who dares cause trouble at the Chaoxia Sect?!"

Jiang Dao Yun halted his actions and turned toward the voice.

Three Zifu cultivators, faces filled with rage, rushed toward him from afar!

Jiang Dao Yun's gaze turned icy and sharp, like a hawk's eyes!

He swiftly extended his right hand and drew the great bow from his back.

At the same time, his left hand retrieved three glistening, icy arrows from his Zifu space and nocked them onto the bowstring!

The great bow was named: Pojia Ling Gong, a top-grade Xuan-class magic treasure!

The arrows were named: Chuanyun Arrows, forged from several types of Xuan iron, extraordinarily hard, capable of piercing elemental energy and laced with deadly poison—once they touched skin, they could injure the spiritual sense!