At that moment, the newcomer glanced around again. Seeing the battlefield—which looked as though it had been excavated three feet deep—he frowned slightly and could not help asking, "Where are those assassins?"
"Dead!"
The Grey-robed Elder spoke in a deep voice. Those men had perished almost simultaneously, failing to offer him any real assistance. Just thinking about it made a sigh escape his heart; no wonder the Jiang Family Divine Guards had failed repeatedly in the past—when facing Moyang, cultivators at the Early Heavenly Saint Realm seemed to possess no deterrent force at all.
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