Warning ⚠️: This Chapter contains some sensitive wordings which some readers may find disturbing, viewers discretion is advised.
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After the Founding Patriarch kills the right Guardian he turns towards a pile of rubble.
Looking over his shoulder he says;
"You may come out now, it is your turn."
He says this but there was no response.
He heaves a sigh and fully turns towards the rubble.
Slowly he began walking his way there.
Just as he reaches it something leaps out of the rubble attacking him at high speed.
He manages to dodge it but still receives a cut at the side of his face.
Leaping out was the Sect Master of the Falcon Sect.
"You demon, I don't know where you came from but do not think I would go down without a fight." He says pointing his swords at the Founding Patriarch sweating and trembling.
The Founding Patriarch just stands there looking at him.
He takes a step towards the Sect Master.
