“Who?!” The laughter in the shrine immediately stopped. A lower-ranked disciple in a purple uniform with an embroidered coiling dragon flew out. He took out a corpse bell and swung it back and forth to issue a frightening soundwave.

“Poof!” Feng Feiyun pointed forward and a black ray shattered this bell right away before piercing the chest of this disciple. Blood immediately splashed out as he fell to the ground.

Feiyun hurried forward and shattered all the formations outside. Nothing could stop his advance.

“State your name!” 

“You dare to kill a disciple from the Violetsea Cave? Have you no fear?!”

Four more men with the same uniform flew out. All of them were pale with a blue fire floating around their bodies as they angrily looked down at him.

“Brat, you dare to oppose us?” Behind them were powerful battle corpses. Some had ice crystals while others had lightning currents coursing through their bodies, and the rest were shrouded in flames.

Feiyun...