After entering the Witch God Temple, the members of the Chuan Clan immediately charged at the Lan Clan.

Fang Ling conjured his Life-Bound Blood Sword, and the terrifying aura of blood and death not only intimidated the Chuan Clan members but also made the Lan Clan members instinctively distance themselves from him in fear.

With a single swing of his sword, Fang Ling slaughtered everyone except for Chuan Pu and Mo Yuan from the Heavenly Dao Sect.

The scene fell into a deathly silence, and even the Lan Clan members were stunned by Fang Ling's overwhelming power.

Chuan Pu's face turned grim, filled with sorrow. All those who had entered with him were his close relatives and friends, now lying dead on the ground.@@novelbin@@

He secretly felt fortunate that he had cast a Death Substitute Curse on himself upon entering the Witch God Temple. Otherwise, Fang Ling's sword would have killed him as well.

Drip, drip...

Mo Yuan clutched the sword wound on his chest, staring at Fang Ling with a grave expression.

"I didn't expect someone like you to exist in the Southern Dipper Region, capable of injuring me with just one sword strike."

"Are you a disciple of the Sword Manor, or do you come from the Rong family of the Sword Dao?" Mo Yuan asked.

Fang Ling had no interest in wasting words with a dead man. He leaped up, raising his Blood Sword.

"Slay Dragon!"

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