“No!”
A wave of destructive energy swept across gently, causing senior brother Lu and the rest of his clansmen to cry out in despair.
Wang Xian looked at them expressionlessly. With a wave of his arm, he collected all the corpses.
Upon seeing this scene, all the disciples of the Willow deity Daoist sect were slightly silent. They shook their heads and sighed in their hearts.
“Venerable Dragon King, it’s our fault that such a thing happened.”
Senior Brother Junzi said apologetically to Wang Xian.
“It’s alright. This has nothing to do with you guys. There’s no need to be so restrained.”
Wang Xian shook his head and said with a smile.
When they saw his smile, the disciples of the willow deity sect also heaved a sigh of relief.
“Venerable Dragon King, are you still going to the Willow Deity sect with us?”
Senior Sister Lingxin hesitated for a moment before asking Wang Xian.
“I’m going there to visit Venerable Willow and say goodbye.”
Wang Xian said with a smile.