The newcomer glanced around the battlefield, which looked as though it had been excavated three feet deep. Frowning slightly, he could not help but ask, "Where are the assassins?"
"Dead!"
The Grey-robed Elder replied in a deep voice. Those men had perished almost simultaneously, offering him no assistance at all. The thought made him sigh; it was no wonder the Jiang Family Divine Guard had failed so many times. When facing Mo Yang, cultivators at the Early Heavenly Saint Realm seemed to possess no deterrent power whatsoever.
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