Chapter 1335: The True Transmission of Heavenly River Palace

Mo the Eighth was in a state of sheer panic. He was one of Qin Thirteen's closest followers, and the only one who had escaped with his life.

At this moment, his emotions were frayed, and he was still severely shaken. The power of that woman was not stronger than Qin Thirteen's, but the sudden use of a deadly weapon was utterly terrifying.

Just thinking of that scene, where heads fell to the ground in a flash of light, made Mo the Eighth tremble all over, his face turning ghostly pale.

Such a fearsome item was something Mo the Eighth had never heard of before.

Thinking back to just moments ago, they had been joyously exploring the sect, and then suddenly, the Sect Master was dead, all his companions were dead, and Mo the Eighth had become nothing more than a homeless cur.

As Mo the Eighth was fleeing, he looked back in fear that the terrifying weapon might catch up and strike him down any moment.