Even today, Senior Brother's smile remains so warm, as if even blood couldn't tarnish it.
"Stay alive, you must stay alive!" The beautiful junior sister immediately made up her mind. "Quickly, prepare to retreat!" She decisively gave the order. Some disciples hesitated; they were unwilling to leave their sect where they lived, and they wished to use their last breath to defend it.
But she did not allow it.
Lan Muyang looked at the approaching black dots in the distance, his smile disappeared, replaced by burning anger. He knew what these things were, indeed, these were the demons of hell! It was these demons of hell that killed his master and destroyed his sect.
Their appearance shattered everything. Lan Muyang knew he would die; even his master died at their hands, what skills did he have to survive? However, what did death matter? Even if he died, he couldn't let these filthy creatures harm his junior brothers and sisters.
