Chapter 3694
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However, his voice was soon drowned out by screams of agony.
"Ah!"
"Ah …"
Shrill screams rang out one after another as the disciples' cultivations were crippled. The speed was so fast that they couldn't escape even if they wanted to.
Duan Yunhe, who was protecting his senior brother, couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air when he saw this scene. More than a dozen elite disciples of the sect had actually, actually, actually been crippled after years of painstaking cultivation …
This was even more painful than killing them with a single sword strike!
Duan Yunhe couldn't help but tremble slightly when he saw the clean and neat movements of these people, as well as their merciless methods.
He only saw a blur in front of his eyes as his senior brother, who was originally protected behind him, was brought out with a hand tightly gripping his neck.
"No! No! Stop … "
"Crack!"
Before he could cry out in alarm, he heard a cracking sound. The Senior Brother, who was already seriously injured, was lifted up. His throat was tightly gripped by a hand, and his throat was crushed. He couldn't even cry out in pain, and his hand fell down powerlessly.
"Bang!"
The lifeless body was thrown in front of him and landed on the ground in front of him with a loud bang.
Some of the rogue cultivators and the surrounding commoners in the small town were already stunned. They looked at the scene in horror and swallowed their saliva. These, these people actually crippled the cultivations of those Celestial Sect disciples and even killed that Peak Master …
This, this was going to be a big deal! The High Firmament Celestial Sect wouldn't let them go.
Duan Yunhe was stunned by the scene in front of him. He stood there, forgetting to react. He couldn't understand how his senior brother, who had come out with him, had died just like that.
They had only heard about the Purple Gold Spirit Deer and came to take a look. How did things develop to this point?
"Ah …"
"Ah … My cultivation … My cultivation …"
When he heard the screams and cries of pain from the nearby disciples, he closed his eyes and stood there straight. His voice was filled with helplessness as he said, "Kill me too!" He really didn't know how to face his sect, his master, and the families of these disciples when he returned.
"No, we won't kill you."
A gentle voice rang out, causing Duan Yunhe to involuntarily open his eyes and look towards the source of the voice. He saw a man wearing a crescent-moon robe, who had been quietly standing beside the red-clothed woman, walk over and stop in front of him.
Leng Hua looked at the man in white in front of him and said in his usual gentle voice, "Take your men and leave! You can return to your Immortal Sect and report back. However, I also have some words of advice for you. It would be best if this matter ends here. If your Immortal Sect wants revenge, then that's fine. Come find us as long as you can bear the consequences. "
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Hua withdrew his gaze and turned to walk inside.
Gu Mo and the others coldly glanced at Duan Yunhe before they turned around and walked back into the inn. Du Fan's injuries were severe. Although their master was there, they couldn't help but worry.
Watching them return to the inn, Duan Yunhe pursed his lips, unable to say a word.
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