Outside the Jiao Long Hall, a gentle breeze swept across the open field.
What should have been a scene of pleasant bird song and fragrant flowers was now shrouded in a heavy atmosphere of killing intent.
The ground was littered with the corpses of Celestial Solitary Array Gate disciples, blood soaking into the soil, exuding a pungent scent of rust.
Tao Hanping knelt on one knee, drenched in blood, sinister array patterns crawling over his body, writhing like living creatures.
He struggled to breathe, each breath accompanied by a bloody froth.
Not far away, Long Yuan was savoring a skull, blood dripping from his fangs, blooming into crimson flowers on the ground.
"Tsk tsk, truly worthy of a sect reputed for exceptional battle prowess," Long Yuan clapped gently as he advanced, crushing a piece of bone underfoot, "For a mere person to resist two Pulse Condensation Realm Dragon Generals for the time it takes an incense stick to burn without dying, it's truly admirable."
