Murdering The Unworthy

~SHING~

~SPLAT~

~THUD~

~BOOM~

In the dimly lit third floor of the seclusion hall, a series of noises echoed.

Each was accompanied by waves of spirit Qi and from time to time, a golden glow could be seen as well. The people waiting above in the second floor didn't even know that a battle was raging below them.

Though more than a battle, it was more accurate to call it a slaughter.

"Filthy…"

"Unworthy…"

"Traitors…"

"Fiends…"

Several words came out of Lin Mu's mouth, each tinged with the sharpest intent of murder.

And murder was indeed what was done here. Though perhaps the more orthodox powers would deem it as justice instead.

"Why is it taking so long?" One of the disciples waiting on the second floor asked.