Swish, swish, swish!
As the words echoed, under the lead of Hong Lei, countless outer camp lieutenants drew their swords in unison.
The gleaming blades formed a sea of silver light.
No words were needed; the chilling intent to kill instantly enveloped the entire Golden Vajra Sect.
Many disciples stepped back in fear, their eyes fixed on the young man casually sitting on the stone steps.
With just one sentence, was he about to make the Golden Vajra Sect, which was on the verge of becoming a second-tier force, disappear from Qingzhou?
Finally, a light flickered in the towering pagoda.
The tightly shut doors were quickly pushed open, and an old monk with a white beard and draped in a kasaya hurried out.
In his hands, two closely bound young men with shaved heads were being led by hemp ropes.
They were covered in wounds, their faces pale and hopeless.
These were the true disciples of the Golden Vajra Sect, the Benxin monks.