The black blade easily severed the dust whisk in the hands of the elder from Xue Luo Palace and continued towards his throat.
"Ah..." Upon seeing this, the elder from Xue Luo Palace's pupils contracted sharply, his face full of terror, and he hurriedly mobilized his Inner Strength to resist the black blade, but still couldn't withstand it.
Crack!
A crisp sound, the elder from Xue Luo Palace's right arm was dislocated from the shoulder, and he bent over in pain, yelling loudly.
A hint of ruthlessness appeared in Ye Jiu's eyes as the black blade followed through with a slash!
Pssht!
A spray of blood burst from his neck.
He stared with wide eyes, filled with unwillingness, and finally slowly fell to the ground.
"Ah! The elder is dead, the elder is dead! Run quickly!" The remaining disciples from Xue Luo Palace, terrified out of their wits, shouted loudly.
But would Ye Jiu let them just run away?