"Heh! Since you know you're wrong, then accept the punishment!" Chu Wanwan said, waving her hand, and several bloody holes appeared on those people's bodies.

"puff……"

"puff……"

"puff……"

"ah……"

"..."

A series of sounds of flesh exploding and the screams of the immortal cultivators echoed across the square. Those disciples who had once bullied the Chu family fell to the ground in agony, blood flowing from their bodies and staining the bluestone ground red.

The bloody scene terrified the other disciples, who feared they would suffer the same punishment.

"I'll spare your lives today, but your spiritual roots are destroyed, and you'll become the weaklings you speak of in the future. Now that you know you were wrong, you must learn to respect others and stop bullying the weak," Chu Wanwan said coldly. Her voice echoed across the square, making sure everyone heard it clearly.

The punished disciples lay on the ground in agony, their eyes filled with hatred, but they dared not utter a word.

"Who exactly are you? How dare you injure my Qingyang Sect disciples! You truly have no regard for your own lives!"

Suddenly, an aged voice came from the horizon. Chu Wanwan looked up and saw an old man riding on clouds, followed by several disciples dressed in Qingyang Sect robes and a middle-aged man. The old man had a dignified face and piercing eyes, and his strength was at the early stage of the ninth level of the Void Realm.

Chu Wanwan instantly understood that the middle-aged man must be the sect leader of Qingyang Sect, and the old man must be the reinforcements that Qingyang Sect had brought.

After landing, the elderly man and the middle-aged man glanced at the tragic scene in the square, their brows furrowing.

The middle-aged man, the leader of the Qingyang Sect, had an especially grim expression. He turned his gaze to Chu Wanwan and asked in a deep voice, "You are Chu Wanwan? Why did you provoke my Qingyang Sect? And why did you inflict so many injuries on people within my sect?"