A gust of wind blew by, stirring up countless shards of yellow sand and gravel, covering most of Yun Hongyang and Ran Yu, who lay on the ground.
Zi Che Bohong stood right beside Yun Hongyang and Ran Yu.
Watching the two men lying eternally in the soil, Zi Che Bohong's pupils dilated, and his body trembled violently.
"After today, the rulers of this ancient city will no longer be the Southern Dipper Sect, the Feiyan Sect, or the Purple Flame Sect."
As the wind and sand enveloped Yun Hongyang and Ran Yu, making them seem like they were returning to dust, someone murmured thus in the shadows.
On the city walls of the ancient city, in a corner,
a young man in green robes watched this scene silently, never speaking.
Only his eyes conveyed an indescribable shock.
This man was none other than Zhu Yue of the Feiyan Sect, who had once attempted to rob Qin Chen of their sect tokens.
Only now did he realize the true caliber of the man he had once looked down upon.
