The corpulent monk sitting behind the desk took out a palm-sized jade slip from his storage pouch. He raised his eyes to look at Lu Ye, and said, “Name, origin, and cultivation level”As for the casualties, the Juxing Sect is also compiling statistics.

Cao Ye looked at Dong Shuye with a sad face: "Senior brother, our casualties are quite heavy. Nearly sixty people have been killed since the war began."

Dong Shu was startled. "How is this so many" Even if the Jiuxingzong side wasn't a match for the Xuanmen, it wouldn't be right for such heavy losses to appear in just a few days.

Cao Ye said: "It's not that the Overmountain Tiger's doing. He always appears suddenly when the two sides are fighting, and many disciples have died because of him."

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"This damned thing!" Uncle Dong roared in anger, his face darkening. “Where are those few people at the fifth level of the sect”stant ailments, form the foundation that cultivators can be born.If a cultivator encountered such a flood, they would naturally be able to escape with ease. But for ordinary people, such a natural dis...