648 kill kill kill

Wanxiang Mountain, with its protective barrier and hundreds of thousands, even millions of disciples, is a force that deters a region, but now, it's like an undefended woman, facing the surging pack of wolves.

"Depart, capture them all for me. Atop Wanxiang Peak, I will blood sacrifice my Yang'Er!" Second Elder roared, leading the way out of the Flying Boat. At the same time, thousands upon thousands of Martial Artists left the Flying Boats as well.

A chilling killing intent emanated from these Martial Artists, particularly from the Second Elder, who had reached the generating gods Realm. At this moment, he was like a purple sun, casting his radiance over the skies of Wanxiang Mountain.

Under the Second Elder's killing intent, Wanxiang Mountain trembled, and its trees and plants wilted almost instantly. The animals that usually roamed freely on Wanxiang Mountain either ran frantically or quickly hid in their caves.