“Xuanyuan Dao, you’re the only one left in the sect. When the formation is broken, the ghoul kings, Feng Qingyu, and Dugu Jin will split you up. You’ll see. You’re about to die!" 

Jian Wuyi shook his sleeves and left. Although he was wounded, it wouldn’t be that easy for Xuanyuan Dao to kill him as the two were on equal levels. Xuanyuan Dao also had more important matters to deal with. 

As expected, Jian Wuyi soon discovered he had no pursuer.

"Wufeng, Qingyuan, wait for me to avenge you...."

He stood on the snow and looked around. This was the sect where he had grown up and lived for nearly two hundred years. But now he had betrayed them, and personally sent his home to hell. Was he right...