Faced with the aggressive crowd, Qin Wudao remained unconcerned. Glancing at the possessed disciples of Kunlun, he asked Kun Daoist in his mind, Can they be killed?
After all, they are disciples of Mount Kunlun. It's best to ask first!
"All true disciples of Mount Kunlun died in battle!" Kun Daoist replied coldly in his mind.
When the disaster struck, Mount Kunlun was completely unprepared. There was no chance to send out their legacy bearers, so all Kunlun disciples fought to the death; none survived. These impostors outside can only be considered outer disciples of Kunlun, or perhaps residents of Kunlun's secret realm. They are in no position to represent Mount Kunlun. Astonishingly, after possessing these bodies, they shamelessly claim to be the successors of Kunlun.
I understand, Qin Wudao thought, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
"Hand over the inheritance, or else..." With the arrival of the Sacred Land disciples, Shen Youlin regained his bravado and warned coldly.
