"Whoosh—"
The river water surged, icy cold, as the Sword Light condensed from the Rule of Destruction withdrew back into Xie Xuanyi's forehead.
Huo Qu perished and his Dao dissipated, his body turned to ashes, fluttering in the air.
The river was filled with wails and pleas for mercy.
"Please spare my life, sir…"
"Mercy! Please spare us!"
Xie Xuanyi looked down at these disciples. He had searched Huo Qu's soul and knew that these people were innocent.
They had come to Qu River, not even knowing what their Master intended to do.
Huo Qu was afraid of death and greedy for life, he had kept them by his side merely for the convenience of forming his arrays.
A soft sigh came from the Treasure Ship.
"Brother Xie, how will you deal with them?"
The tall monk standing at the prow of the ship silently watched everything unfold.
Miao Zhen didn't project his voice, but spoke in a deep tone: "These young cultivators... are you going to kill them all?"
