Four years of effort destroyed in an instant. When Evil Monk Qingyan rushed over and saw the ground full of corpses, his heart bled, as if stabbed repeatedly.
Among the new disciples who joined, two had exceptional talent, perfect material for martial arts. The bald old monk had planned to train them as closed-door disciples, but unexpectedly, they all died in one day.
Evil Monk Qingyan joined the Buddhist sect early and left no descendants, so these juniors were like his children. He had carefully nurtured them since bringing them into the Tianxiahui at the age of eleven or twelve. Who would have thought they'd be killed, with not a single one left alive?
The old monk's eyes flickered with sorrow, suddenly stirring his qi element. His whole body erupted in golden light as he shouted, "Return my disciples' lives to me!"
