A Massacre

Cold sweat ran down the spines of those affiliated with the Major Sects.

They did not dare to feel that Chu Yu was bluffing.

There were seven Saints who were dead.

They were still puzzled as to what kind of existence could kill those Saints like chickens.

Was he the one in the legends, the one who could shoot down suns?

Many of the Tai Qing disciples kneeled down and bawled.

Chu Yu looked at them coldly, but none of them responded.

One of the Saints said with agony, "Is there no one from my Tai Qing Sect?".

Many of them howled, but none of them stood up.

The Saint spat out a mouthful of blood, disgusted by this sight.

He had forgotten that they just witnessed the demise of seven Saints.

Their courage was crushed.

How could they have not been affected?

It was merciful of the figure to not have killed them as well, none of them could find the words to speak.

None of them were satisfied with this outcome, but what could they do?