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The eldest disciple, Wu Mochou, had his sleeves hanging empty, both arms severed, and his flying sword shattered. He was barely clinging to life.

Cui Yuan wasn't faring much better. He was covered in blood, emaciated, and his True Qi was nearly depleted. He must have used some secret blood-burning technique to barely stay alive.

Another person had managed to run farther away, surviving by sheer luck, but he was also on his last breath, lying on the ground with little time left.