Ren Zong held his forehead with one hand, "You're right, I've wasted so much time on foolish people!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a shriek emanated from within the array Wu Dao had activated.
Everyone hurriedly looked over, only to see that all seven disciples of the Beixuan Upper Sect had perished.
The reflections of Ren Zong and Wu Dao appeared in the eyes of Jiang Qingxue and others; they felt these two were incredibly sinister and ruthless, yet pretended to be so dignified.
"Alright, now there's only the Infinite Sword Sect left. Will you leave on your own, or shall I send you out?"
Wu Dao, dressed in a blue robe, stood within the Golden Treasure Hall, working seamlessly with Ren Zong. The two exuded an air of confidence, as if they had everything under control.
Ren Zong ignored Ning Qi and the others, as the current situation was already set in stone.
