C237 They were all corpses! (1/2)

Dozens of feet away, when Helian Lie's group of four heard the consecutive miserable cries that came from behind them, they were so scared that their hearts trembled and they fled for their lives.

However, at this moment, the four of them felt something darkening above them. They raised their heads and saw the enormous golden palm pressing down on them. Their faces instantly turned deathly pale as they howled in unison, launching an attack with the intent to shatter this palm.

Unfortunately, when their attacks landed on that enormous golden palm, they only created a light ripple, and did not stop it in the slightest.

In the next moment, with looks of despair on the faces of Helian Clan's people, they watched as the giant golden palm descended down. Under the gigantic palm, the protective aura of the four people's bodies could only last for a few breaths before exploding with a loud bang, followed by the sound of mournful screams being emitted. Under the gigantic palm, 'Pu pu pu', the four people of Helian Clan exploded into four mist of blood, and died on the spot.

After killing the four people, the huge golden palm did not slow down at all and crashed into the ground below.

But after a series of rumbling sounds, the ground shook and the trees began to cave in. None of the beasts or birds in the forest were able to escape; all of them turned to dust at this moment.

When the dust settled, a huge depression appeared in the forest. The depression was shaped like a clear palm print.

Seeing the gigantic palm print, Disciples of the various Sects's face paled, his legs trembling, if not for the fact that he was in the air, he would have probably knelt down in fright.

”Alright, it's your turn.” At this time, Yang Xie retracted his palm, looked at the crowd, and waved his sword. In an instant, countless of sword beams shot out, enveloping everyone within.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Yang Xie stood at his original spot. Drops of blood dripped down from the tip of his sword.

Hundreds of broken arms and legs filled the entire valley. The blood that was left behind dyed the entire valley red. A thick smell of blood rose into the air. It was so thick that one could smell it even from a thousand miles away.

At that moment, Yang Xie was holding onto the blood soaked sword, standing in the middle of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, like a peerless fiendish demon.

While he was killing all these people, the colorful light pillar behind Yang Xie had already shrunk to the width of a foot. From the looks of it, he would most likely be able to successfully refine it in a while, and at that time, he would be able to retract the 'Cold Sword'.

But just at that time, from the distant horizon, there were even more rays of light flying over. This time, there were even more people. There were close to a thousand densely packed people.

”There really is no end to it.” Yang Xie looked into the distance and muttered to himself.

Amongst these countless rays of light, there were over ten of them that were the thickest and most dazzling. It was evident that these people were all extremely powerful disciples, and two of them were especially resplendent.

The strangest one of them was actually incomparably pitch-black, and it emanated a sinister aura.