In the ruined, battered courtyard, a sudden silence fell.
"Master…"
"You bastard, I'll kill you!"
"…"
Several disciples of the Lingxi Sword Sect burst into hysterical curses, especially those direct disciples of Ding Jianxiao—faces twisted with rage, swords in hand, ready to fight to the death.
Gu Zhan glanced over,
reached out, and a dozen flying sabers shot out from the wreckage, instantly turning into streaks of light, cutting down the disciples,
the flying sabers lashed out with lightning speed, effortlessly slicing through deadly throats, and bodies crashed to the ground. At once, a dense net of saber lights ruthlessly harvested living lives,
some tried to escape, only to be pierced through the back; some rushed forward in desperation, but before they could reach Gu Zhan, they were cut down by the sabers; some begged for mercy, but there was no chance to survive in the saber net spun by the blades.
Amid dying screams halted abruptly,
