On the Verge of a Fight!

While they were talking, a few level nine Dao Origin Stage cultivators of Cold Moon Palace had arrived at that big tree.

They kept checking on the bodies, trying to find a few survivors.

As they checked more, their faces turned darker.

"Prime Master… All dead…" an elder moved fast over Yue Changtian and spoke solemnly in a low voice.

"All dead…" Yue Changtian was shaking. His face turned deadly pale.

"Ye Chongxiao… was hit on the chest. It went in his chest and out his back… It's incurable…" the elder said this in mind connection. Nobody else heard it. "His heart was wounded. Normally, he should have been dead by now… However, although he isn't breathing… he still has a pulse…"

Yue Changtian looked still angry and sad. He shouted, "Take all the disciples' bodies back inside. We must seek justice for this! We will not accept any unwarranted accusation!"

"Yes," the elder answered with a shout. He gathered some other to carry all the forty-six bodies back.