"And the result?" Jiang Ming frowned slightly.
"The disciples of the Qingyuan Sword Valley were almost completely wiped out. However, no one expected that the Qingyuan Sword Valley would actually go all out. That team had brought a few lethal magical tools and even hid an incomparably terrifying body-tempering assassin among them."
As the middle-aged man said this, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. It was as if the assassin had left a terrifying impression on him. "Many people from the alliance formed by the Cangming Grotto-Heaven and other factions were killed. In the end, the three people from the Qingyuan Sword Valley fled into the depths of the snowy valley with the piece of the map."
"Was the assassin killed?" Jiang Ming asked.
As expected, the body-tempering assassin was an old acquaintance of his.