Chapter 150

Inside Huichuntang, dozens of bloody trails wound across the floor. More than thirty core disciples lay collapsed on the ground like snapped kites. Some curled up and convulsed, clutching shattered ribs, while others fell unconscious with blood seeping from their necks. The air was thick with a heavy stench of blood, intertwining with the lingering fragrance of medicinal herbs in a bizarre blend. A group of people dressed in silver ornaments and Miao embroidery broke through the carved wooden doors. The burly man leading them stood nearly two meters tall, with a pitch-black, snake-like silver chain coiled around his neck. With every step he took, dozens of Gu bells at his waist emitted a faint, crisp jingle.