Then everyone saw Duanmu Huai grab that Songshan disciple and throw him at the person in front, and subsequently, the corpse was like a javelin, piercing through the latter's chest directly, then exploding mid-air, showering a bloody storm that made people sick.
All the heroes present were seasoned fighters, but this battlefield, akin to a purgatory, was something they had never seen even in their worst nightmares. Many of the Sect's disciples had already fainted to the ground, and the others weren't much better off. If not for the need to uphold their reputations as Martial Arts experts, they too wished they could just faint like their disciples and wash their hands of the matter.
