The three members of the Yueyang Sect were in poor condition. Feng Changyin was deathly pale, his chest soaked through with blood, and he looked so frail he could barely stand.
Ao Jiashuo, though his expression was ferocious and his momentum fierce, had just struck down a young cultivator with a single palm. He cast a cold glance at the remaining cultivators: "Who is next?"
Beyond his deep cunning, Ao Jiashuo truly possessed a streak of grit.
Chapter 461