"Ah! Senior Sister Lin is dead!"
"Quick, go inform the Elders! Something terrible has happened!"
At that moment, the three gatekeepers who had been shoved aside by Huang Tianling—Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Wu—were only just getting to their feet. They had clearly been playing dead.
But seeing this scene, they were scared out of their wits.
They scrambled madly back toward the sect's gates.
Unfortunately for them, Yang Xiao had no intention of letting them go.
SWISH! SWISH! He shot out several streams of Finger Force.
Every one of them collapsed to the ground, dead.
'Killing them like this is too slow. I'll stick to the old method.'
With a flick of his wrist, Yang Xiao summoned a wisp of Original Poison Gas. He casually tossed it into the Purple Flame Sect. After a moment's thought, four more wisps of Original Poison Gas appeared in his palm. With a shake of his hand, he sent them flying toward the four cardinal directions of the Purple Flame Sect—one for each direction.
