In short order, the few hundred Fuzong Sect cultivators lined up and began to dissipate their internal energy. Watching their faces twist in agony, it was clear that the process was excruciating. Some of the younger-looking cultivators transformed into doddering, seventy- or eighty-year-old men the moment their power vanished, and they could barely walk. There were quite a few of them, too; it seemed they didn't have many years left to live.
The Zhenzong Sect was equally decisive. Their three or four hundred cultivators were reduced to a mere twenty or thirty. After handing me three Storage Bags, those few survivors promptly dissipated their energy without a moment's hesitation.
Then I turned my attention to the Alchemy Sect. There were thirty or forty of them, but they were struggling to make a decision. Anyone who hadn't been killed by me either had connections within the Sect or possessed exceptional talent for alchemy, which was why they had been able to afford defensive gear; otherwise, they would have been slaughtered long ago, as the Alchemy Sect was notoriously poor in combat.
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