Unprecedented Lament

Hong Zhan was flung backwards, spinning in dust and stained with blood, he vomited blood with a splat. With a few staggering steps, he finally stabilized himself with his saber and lifted his head with eyes wide open, taking in the scene before him with disbelief.

There was absolutely no trace left of Venerable Lord Ice at the point he had just been standing on. Additionally, two of his four subordinates with weaker a cultivation base had already turned into dust due to the explosion, no remains were left. The other two were flung away like gunny sacks and were now moaning on the ground, both bearing severe injuries.

Hong Zhan felt like he was dreaming, he rubbed his temples, and murmured, "This… f*cking hell… what's going on?"

The leader of the Hall of Crimson Blade felt like he was about to lose his sanity, his mind was a complete jumble of thoughts. He had never encountered something so absurd in his whole life!