Qiu Mo's pleas echoed up into the sky. The members of the Celestial Profound Sect remained utterly silent, not uttering a single word. Meanwhile, the people of the Asura Sect lifted their heads to look at the heavens, their hearts lodged in their throats.
"Kill."
The man in the bronze mask's eyes were utterly indifferent. His lips parted slightly, and a cold, merciless voice drifted from his mouth.
BOOM!
Qiu Mo's mind went completely blank.
The color drained from the faces of the Asura Sect members, leaving them as pale as paper.
As soon as the man in the bronze mask finished speaking, an expert from the Celestial Profound Sect's Life Peak stepped forward. He raised a hand before his chest, and boundless, majestic Primordial Qi surged like a tide into his palm.
A sharp CRACKLING erupted from his palm, and faint, purple arcs of electricity began to flicker within it.
"Celestial Thunder Spell!"
