The bleak cold wind was like a knife, cutting everyone's cheeks painfully.
Yet Qin An's words were sharper than this biting wind, causing everyone to shiver involuntarily.
The situation on both sides suddenly reversed, and their expressions were different.
The household officers who had been struggling heard this and their morale surged.
They took everything in.
Two cultivators from the Pulse Condensation Realm joined forces to besiege but were cut down by Qin An with a single slash, like chopping vegetables.
Blood splattered three feet, divine might unstoppable.
In contrast, the disciples of the Thunderfire Sect had ashen faces, their eyes filled with deep despair.
Even the Sect Leader and Fang Hu had been executed; resisting was futile.
"I am willing to surrender! Spare my life!" a disciple trembled as he dropped his weapon and raised his hands.
One surrender led to another.
