Massacre

""Patriarch!"" 

A middle aged man wearing a luxurious silver robe appeared. He had a turtle shell like the elders and the Yangfire Guards, but instead of being red in color, it contained a trace of gold.

His brows furrowed when he saw the scene below, and a red light exploded from the mark on his forehead.

Weng!

The chains were all swept away and the 2 trapped elders were brought to safety. He turned to the skinny man with a frown.

"State your name and whom you serve"

The skinny man rolled his eyes in annoyance. Seeing this, the Patriarch of the Yang Turtle Race scowled and raised a hand.

Weng!

A spear condensed from a red qi formed in an instant, heating up the water. With a flick of the wrist, the man let it pierce through the water.

Swish!

The skinny man snorted and held up his palm. The chains around that arm swirled and twisted together to form a large circular shield. The 2 sides met in an instant.

Bang!