"How dare you..."
The people on the side of the Truth Sect were already shocked when they saw the man with the sword appear. They had been momentarily overwhelmed by his menacing aura and hadn't collected themselves yet. Now, just having come to their senses, they saw that he had instantly killed dozens of riders and was even about to destroy the large cauldron. Their anger nearly burst from their eyes.
Amid their anger was far more fear.
With a clamor, the more than twenty remaining riders no longer cared for anything else. They picked up their weapons and charged forward recklessly on horseback, hoping to reclaim the large cauldron. Meanwhile, those in mourning felt terrified, slashing themselves with their own blades.
However, the man in the smiling mask showed no mercy, cleaving the large cauldron into two halves. Two halves were not enough. While the cauldron had not yet hit the ground, he swiftly struck it twice more, smashing it into unrecognizable pieces.
