"Ten Spirit Stones?" The ancestor suddenly laughed, shaking his head, his expression turning sharp, "Do you at Star Sect think I am a beggar? I'm set on taking this Star Sect residence, either you leave today, or wait for me to break your Array Formation. By that time, I will slaughter everyone and refine you into my Corpse Masters."
With those words, the three elders, including Cheng Ying, simultaneously turned pale.
Their sacrifice did not matter so much, but there were dozens of disciples in the sect who, according to the nature of the Puppet Corpse Sect, would certainly not be spared.
"We at Star Sect are not afraid of death. Your Puppet Corpse Sect is incredibly aggressive, but we—at Star Sect—are prepared to fight," Qiu Xingjian said through gritted teeth, his pupils blood-red, staring fixedly at the ancestor.
"Even if I die in battle, I will absolutely not back down," Dong Xiangyun said.
