Buzz!
Following closely behind.
A fierce wind surged, and a golden Dharma body rose from the ground behind Chen Yang.
It was solemn and dignified, the Wrathful King Kong.
As Chen Yang reached out with his right hand, the Dharma body mirrored his action, grabbing the Ancestral Sword.
In an instant, sword lights flooded the sky.
Ye Nantian was momentarily taken aback, a cold smile gradually crept across his lips, but it quickly froze as he realized something was wrong.
Swish!
A sword cut through the air horizontally.
Minister Ye, who had been basking in his success, along with the core members of Jishan Academy, suddenly felt a piercing pain, like needles on their backs, permeating their entire bodies.
Without any chance to react, their arms were severed at the roots.
"Ah..."
"My hands..."
Roars of despair echoed in the void above, as these people fell to their knees one by one.
This...
Silence!
The vast scene fell into a deathly silence!
