Lin Tian stepped down from mid-air, walking toward the ancient hall.
The terrifying aura around him gradually subsided.
In the riverbed valley, the swirling wind and thunder gradually vanished.
But.
All around.
The strong stench of murder and blood still lingered.
The Tianyi Sect patriarch, Bo Hanfeng's body was severed, turning into a rain of blood that scattered over the valley, making the ground bright red like azaleas blooming all over.
Especially, the previously arrogant Tianyi Sect Saint Heir, Wen Xiuming, and others, all lay dead in the wilderness.
At the entrance.
Mo Jiwu, Shen Hongming, and others who hadn't left yet, looked at the corpses on the ground, feeling extremely conflicted and complicated.
"So, the rumored hermit experts, the Immortal Mountain Sect, are real!"
"The strength of these people is simply beyond us ordinary folk by far too much!"
"These great sects and their Saint Heirs can act widely and recklessly, killing whenever they wish..."
