Chapter 303: The True Form of Lu Chen, a Plot of Seizure

The wind howled across the summit of Langya Mountain, a mournful dirge for the fallen. The stench of blood, thick and cloying, hung heavy in the air, a testament to the slaughter that had just concluded. Gong Yuchen's empty robes fluttered weakly on the ground, his body a lifeless husk, his soul utterly annihilated from existence. Yun Qingyan stood in the center of the devastation, his black robes unstained, his expression as cold and unforgiving as the winter sky. The Tianjian Sect, a behemoth...