Along with the death energy sweeping about, a white sword light pierced through the sky.
It was pretty much formless and traces. Just one flash and 10 miles away the aura of one Saint Realm Venerable disappeared. It disappeared from the spiritual sense of everyone.
Everyone nearby could only see his head tossed up and then his body turned to dust.
Zong Shou stood on the spot. He didn't move at all. Under the combined attacks of a dozen Saint Realm experts, he was perfectly fine.
The sword light didn't end there. This time it struck right into the reading room. Yinyu's eyes squinted, the twelve Copper Men all rang out.
Once the situation got dangerous, they would act.
Zuoxin who was at the side laughed coldly. He believed that he was in the right and doing what the Confucian Faction believed in. To die defending his way was worth it, so why would he fear anything?