Chapter 771

So the moment the man in the blue robe stirred, a streak of azure profound light shot across the crowd at tremendous speed, blasting toward him!

Its velocity had already surpassed the limit of what most cultivators present could track with their eyes.

Only a very few cultivators at the Sun Wheel realm could catch even a glimpse of it!

Under such terrifying speed.

Many cultivators had not yet figured out what had happened.

When they heard a sudden explosive bang!

The blue-robed man's physical body was instantly shattered by the primordial force, violently bursting apart!

In an instant.

A great amount of blood splattered all around, landing on many cultivators and staining them bright red!

Feeling the warmth and stickiness on their faces, they were instantly horrified, their expressions freezing solid!

Their bodies likewise stiffened in place, as if mired in mud, unable to move!

In the span of a single breath, the entire scene fell utterly silent—so quiet one could hear a pin drop!

Suddenly, the voice of the Third Protector Yang Qian drifted over leisurely.

"The Cult Master is handling matters; the rest of you, don't be hasty. Whoever wants to leave first—if anything goes wrong along the way, you'll bear the consequences yourself..."

Hearing the threat woven into his words, everyone instantly tightened inside.

Any thoughts of fleeing or the like were thoroughly extinguished.

After all, staying put might still let them survive.

But if they failed to read the situation and tried to leave, then they would certainly die right now!

Seeing that everyone had settled down, Yang Qian nodded in satisfaction.

Since he had promised the Cult Master to handle all of this properly.

Then naturally he had to see it done flawlessly, leaving nothing for anyone to fault.

If anyone dared to spoil things.

Then he could only send them on their way!

A moment later.

The sounds of battle coming from high above grew fainter and fainter.

Everyone already understood in their hearts that the outcome of this fight was most likely decided.

Thinking of this, they suddenly grew extremely uneasy.

If the Hehuan Sect's Old Ancestor won, that would still be fine.

Everyone could head back without losing an arm or a leg.

But if it was that temperamental Heavenly Demon Sect Cult Master who emerged victorious.

Then their fate would be...

Just as everyone grew more and more tense.

Whoosh—

A faint breeze carrying the scent of blood washed over their faces.

Everyone looked up.

The sight that met their eyes made their pupils contract sharply, their minds reeling in shock!

The person who had reappeared in the arena.

Was a youth with crimson pupils, clad in black tight-fitting clothes, with a head of long white hair.

The youth's features were strikingly handsome, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

He was precisely the person they least wished to see.

The Heavenly Demon Sect Cult Master!

And now, in his hand, he was also carrying a blood-drenched head.

Its face twisted in a hideous grimace, like a fearsome ghost!

Looking at its features, it was unmistakably the Hehuan Sect's Old Ancestor, who just moments ago had been brimming with confidence!

GLOSSARY:

【Yang Qian, Hehuan Sect, Hehuan Sect Ancestor, Tianmo Sect, Tianmo Sect Sect Leader, Three Protectors, Sun Wheel Realm, Sect Leader, Ancestor, White Hair】