Ying Yue had just vanished when three crisp sounds echoed in the air.
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
"That's the sound of bones breaking!"
On hearing the three crisp sounds, everyone had this thought simultaneously.
As martial artists, nearly all of them had killed people or animals before. They knew this sound all too well, and yet, after recognizing it, they felt even more tense.
Whose bones were shattered?
The answer was revealed quickly!
A phantom flickered past, and the vanished Ying Yue reappeared at his original spot, with his hands behind his back, standing proudly in the air as if he had never moved.
However, the three old ancestors who had surrounded him were slowly falling toward the ground.
"Ancestors, what... what happened to them?"
Seeing this, Shangguan Chuanmu and others were startled at first, then became tense, especially recalling the previous three sounds of bone cracking, a bad premonition emerged in their hearts.
Could it be...
"Thump—"
"Thump—"