"Wang Qing..."
The disciples with the surname Wang looked at the descending golden rings of Wang Qing, their eyes all red, tears welling up. Just moments ago, Wang Qing was fine, but now his divine soul was completely destroyed, leaving only a pair of golden rings as his legacy.
Among the disciples with the surname Wang, Wang Qing had the highest talent, his cultivation second only to Wang Kong. However, the person within the dark clouds killed him effortlessly, instilling psychological fear in all the disciples of the Great Compassion Temple.
"All of you leave now, staying here is just courting death."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "You've all seen Wang Qing's fate. The enemy you're facing now isn't something you can handle just by staying and gathering your strength. Staying is seeking death, but leaving isn't cowardice, it's preserving strength."
"What are you standing there for?! Hurry and leave!"
