Just as Shangting was about to hit the ground, a figure suddenly appeared and grabbed Shangting by the collar, preventing him from falling to the ground.
Shangting glanced at the person who had saved him, a flash of delight in his eyes, and with the last bit of his strength, he whispered, "Sect Master..."
After uttering these words, Shangting fainted.
The Sect Master surveyed the scene, furrowing his brows.
Shangyao, the top disciple of the Sect, once his favorite and most promising disciple, was now lying on the ground, blood continuously flowing from his mouth, his body twisted in a bizarre posture, with his palms and thighs completely ruined.
Several others were injured to varying degrees, but they all shared one characteristic — utter disarray.
Ye Xin, standing across from the injured group, was clothed in flowing gauze without any injuries.
To be honest, seeing Ye Xin unharmed, both the Sect Master and the Third Elder breathed a sigh of relief.
