On this day, five hundred disciples stained the Sun Sect with blood.
The overwhelming bloodshed immediately attracted the attention of the patrol team from the Magic Capital Base.
"What are you doing? What happened here?"
A fully armed patrol team walked in, aiming their weapons at everyone.
Seeing this, Ye Hai and Zhang Debai exchanged a glance, then walked over.
"This is the Sun Sect, a martial arts sect. We are cleaning house. Any problem with that?"
"Cleaning house?"
The leader of the patrol team frowned, looking at the blood on the ground, then picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Requesting backup. The Sun Sect is indiscriminately slaughtering disciples within its sect. Requesting support from the Ancient Martial Judgment Hall!"
Before long, another patrol team, led by a group of ancient martial artists dressed in green, arrived within the Sun Sect's sect.
"What's going on?"