The dozens of family disciples were quickly dismembered and devoured cleanly.
In the end, only Yang Xiaotian, Hu Xing, and Li Qi were left.
Yang Xiaotian wanted to speak out to stop the dozens of family disciples, but it was too late to even make a sound.
Hu Xing and Li Qi, watching the dismemberment and consumption of the dozens of family disciples, felt extraordinary fear in their hearts.
High above, a Flying Yaksha laughed grimly and said, "Youxue, it seems this move of yours is still no good, attracting only so few Human Race disciples."
"So few Human Race disciples are not even enough to pick our teeth."
Another Flying Yaksha chuckled and said, "This is just an appetizer. I don't believe other Human Race disciples can resist the allure of the thousand-year-old blood ginseng and Treasure Pills in the valley cave."
"Let's deal with this batch first, there will definitely be many more to come."