The thunderous noise gradually subsided.
Amidst the dark haze, the dense scent of blood dispersed.
"..."
Qin Baihuang stood up, his expression heavy. Behind him, the disciples of the Northern County Family and the surviving loose cultivators all cast their gazes in the direction of the blood scent.
A mountain of corpses, a sea of blood, the big banner fluttered in the air.
A figure in black attire sat alone atop the sea of blood.
The Secret Hall was settled.
The figure in black slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep like an abyss, exuding a daunting pressure and killing intent.
"This is..."
"It's Xie Zhen! It's Xie Zhen!!"
As the mist dispersed, someone recognized the figure sitting atop the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
In an instant.
The Secret Hall of Xuanzhui Mountain descended into chaos.
