章節 1140: Dust

The instant a presence with which all the Sect Masters of Morning Dao Sect were familiar with erupted, they recognized… that it belonged to their Progenitor, Dao Chen!

"Impossible. Impossible…" Sect Master Yue shuddered. Disbelief appeared in his eyes, followed by great sadness.

"Su Xuan Yi! You're Su Xuan Y!!" Sect Master Xing's cried out as his breathing quickened. In his voice was indescribable fear and despair.

"I remember you. You were not yet a Sect Master in the past." Su Xuan Yi smiled faintly. While staring at Sect Master Xing, he raised his right hand and pointed at him.

The world darkened. Shrill screams of pain caused all those who heard them to feel their hearts tremble. When the world brightened, Sect Master Xing was no longer around. The Almighty in Death Realm had already turned into a red wooden sword that floated around Su Xuan Yi.

"Run! All disciples of Morning Dao Sect, Morning Dao Sect is no longer! With everything that you have, RUN!!!"