The starlight gradually dimmed.
It was merely the span of a tea preparation.
The entire hall was filled with splattered blood.
Far exceeding the amount a person should bleed, not possible even if ground into blood mud against the wall.
"Huff huff huff..."
Su Xing was panting heavily.
Blood dripped down from the hem of his Taoist robe.
He used a pitiful ruler as if it were a sword to support himself.
Beside him, Mo Qi said worriedly:
"They should only be avatars. Why not return quickly and ask Ancestor Master to act, to annihilate them completely."
Even though these were just avatars, making a move could lead to injury, it mattered not, as long as the opponent was defeated utterly, the cost was no issue.
Who let these people bully their beloved apprentices?
Su Xing knew too well his disciple's thoughts.
If power was desired, there were many willing to send their successors to work under him.
It was only Sect Leader, that old fool...
"No."
