" El-Elder is dead!"
" Hurry up and escape! Elder is dead!"
Long Ming appeared from the shadows, a bow covered with dreamy lightning arcs clutched in his hand.
" Haah, when a giant tree falls, the animals under it scatter." Long Ming spoke with a smile. The moment the leading elder of the Ghost Moon Sect died, all the morale of the disciples crumbled in an instant.
" If you are free enough to recite shitty poetry, why not kill the the escaping bastards?" Mu Qinglian descended from the sky as she looked at Long Ming.
" Ah, these small fries aren't worthy of my attention." Long Ming smirked. " I am waiting to catch the biggest escaping fish."
Suddenly, a light appeared from the south side of the forest as eight swords flew in a circle, as if they trapped something in the middle.
Long Ming's body blinked as he appeared right there.
" Well, quite an escape plan you had. Unfortunately, I am just too cautious against demonic cultivators."
" You bastard! Let me go!"
