Right and wrong, in the eyes of the Lifeless Sect, are just a joke.
In the next moment, like spring rain soaking into the earth, an artistic conception quietly spreads across the heavens and earth, accompanied by blood rain.
Four black-clad figures move forward in unison, weaving through each other as they charge at Xu Guang, seemingly swapping positions, and the Feng Shui of the entire world appears to undergo a strange transformation with their movements.
Xu Guang just stood there, as if startled by their tactics.
As the four pounced, Xu Guang's body was instantly shattered.
Blood and flesh blurred.
The black-clad figures were somewhat surprised, but immediately bore smiles on their faces.
"Is this the prodigy the Northern Emperor Academy boasts about? So weak? Truly makes one laugh their teeth out."
The black-clad figure next to him suddenly spoke, "Something's off, this blood rain should be his divine technique, but if he's dead, why hasn't the divine technique vanished?"
