Zhong Heng was dressed in a gray outfit, holding a long bow in his hands. However, in the next second, his forehead was fiercely slapped. At this moment, when he was fully concentrating, he never expected his fellow disciples would attack him. He fainted.
"Sir, we surrender!"
"Sir, they are the cultivation seedlings of the Seven Extremes Sect this time, offered to you!"
A thin man crawled to an open space in front, kowtowing and shouting.
"Brother Huang! You!"
"Brother Huang!"
The remaining conscious Seven Extremes Sect disciples glared with anger, mixed with disbelief.
Two extremely tall figures in blue robes descended.
"Hmm, not bad. You can join Shallow Cloud Mountain as a servant disciple."
A deep voice resonated.
"Sir, sir, I, I made a contribution, perhaps I could be an outer disciple." The man surnamed Huang found it difficult to accept.
