Standing by the corpses, Ye Xuan was untouched by blood. His tattered clothes fluttered in the breeze with his hair, resembling a demon crawling out of Hell.
"Retreat, retreat quickly!"
Seeing such a grim scene, the already tense crowd was instantly thrown into ultimate terror.
In their horror, it seemed everyone reached a consensus, using all they had learned in their lives to flee in all directions.
An arrow on the string must be released?
Releasing it means death!
Either way, it's death; better to let as many escape as possible!
"You think you can just come and go as you please?"
Seeing the fleeing figures, Ye Xuan let out an extremely wicked smile.
So far, none of those he resolved to kill had ever successfully escaped!
His figure blurred, and Ye Xuan vanished from the spot.
In the next moment.
Bang, bang, bang!
The piercing and heavy chaotic sounds echoed. Several Martial Arts disciples fleeing southward fell dead on the spot, each dying in different manners.
