「The Southern Border, headquarters of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.」
Inside the spacious main hall, several white-haired old men were staring with grim expressions at a pile of minced flesh before them, looking at each other in dismay.
"Master Long Wu and Master Hui Gu... are dead!"
"Their Life Gu are shattered. They're beyond saving. Their souls have scattered and entered the Netherworld. Even if they could reappear in the mortal realm, they wouldn't be the same people they once were."
The eyes of the several Ten Thousand Poison Sect Elders were filled with shock and anger. As the hegemons of the Southern Border, they were long accustomed to doing as they pleased with the various Miao descendants, taking whatever they wanted. It was rare for even their disciples to meet violent ends, let alone their Perfected Persons. Yet now, they had suffered such a staggering loss.
"...Was it the Sword Pavilion?"
