“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
While Ren Xingchen was dodging the attack of the Wu clan leader, he was killing the Wu clan members wantonly.
While everyone around was watching the battle in shock, the gate of the towering sky sword sect slowly opened.
Two old men and a woman walked in the center, followed by a group of middle-aged men.
“Huh?”
When the gate of the sword sect opened and everyone walked out, the high-ranking officials and disciples of the towering sky sword sect frowned slightly.
There was no respectful voice, not even the voice of the disciples guarding the gate.
The two old men and the woman looked over with displeasure, and found that more than ten disciples were looking into the distance with shocked faces.
“Jian Qingjian Wen, what are you doing?”
Behind them, a middle-aged man saw the displeasure on the three old men’s faces and hurriedly shouted at the disciples who did not know what was going on.
“Ah, elders, deacons, Senior Brothers!”