"Why are you here? Run quickly..." Yang Yuan was taken aback. He was unaware that the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect had betrayed the alliance and kindly reminded them, preparing to flee together.
"Kill!"
But the response he received was endless slaughter. Hua Lin Yue spoke coldly. As her sleeves waved, countless petals whirled about, adding a trace of vitality to the quiet, desolate Ghost Tomb ruins.
However, it was accompanied by the threat of death!
"Thousand Sword Art!"
The color drained from Yang Yuan's face. His right hand trembled, producing countless Sword Qi that flew towards the falling petals, causing a phenomenal explosion that shattered the Void.
Using the explosion's momentum, he retreated dozens of zhang to avoid the sea of flowers.
But the disciples standing next to him, due to their lack of strength and slower reactions, failed to dodge the attack from the sea of flowers and burst into clouds of blood mist.
