Mu Wanning

Elder Zhou's eyes narrowed. Just as he was about to say something, cold killing intent enveloped his entire body. By the time he came back to his senses, he felt the cold blade of a sword against his neck.

One move would be all it took to end his life. 

Unfortunately, at this moment, he no longer had the strength to resist.

The disciples of Bei Xuan Faction were extremely quiet. If even Elder Zhou was no match for him, who could resist him?

Most importantly, the sect master and the other elders had gone to a secret realm in the Kunlun Mountains, leaving Elder Zhou in charge of the sect.

Who would have expected the sect to be attacked today? How many years had it been?

Individual cultivators and small sects were no match for the Bei Xuan sect, and the big sects would not bother to deal with the Bei Xuan sect. Therefore, the Bei Xuan sect had always been safe.

However, no one expected this fiend to suddenly show up.