Xiao Zhan's roar, filled with endless venom and killing intent, echoed ceaselessly over the empty ruins.

The Qingyun Sect disciples, who had just been excited about finding the ruins, saw their expressions instantly darken.

They summoned their Dharma Artifacts one after another, glaring angrily at the group of Liehuo Sect disciples who, despite looking like defeated roosters, were still acting with arrogant bluster.

"Xiao Zhan, what is the meaning of this?"