In the muddy sky, countless dust poured like mines onto the Earth Guardian of Jiuzhen Palace below.
The crowd trembled, fled in fear, and howled endlessly!
But all who couldn't escape were those coughing blood, heavily injured, some even without arms or with broken legs.
For a time, the three-hundred-year infrastructure of Jiuzheng Palace resembled a purgatory on earth!
Slowly descending from the sky, Ye Feng's voice remained as usual.
Even if he didn't want to get involved with disciples unrelated to him, if he wished to cleanse these nine true palaces, harm would inevitably occur. The only thing he could do was try not to kill them.
As for those old deacons, they deserved it!
