Jiang Bei's pupils abruptly contracted, his gaze lingering for several breaths on the powerful black-clad figures before him.
His first impression was strength—overwhelming strength!
He could not even sense their cultivation realms, but there was one thing he knew for certain: they were far stronger than He Qingtian!
From the look of things, these people were most likely responsible for He Qingtian's injuries.
"Wh... what's going on?"
Chen Shanmu froze at the sight before him, disbelief written all over his face.
What on earth had happened while they were inside the Dragon Flame Secret Realm?
And why was the sect leader so badly injured?
"What happened? How did they get so badly hurt?"
Wang Hanhai's expression changed when he saw Xu Zijin, Yang Zhi, and the others lying unconscious on the ground, and he questioned them.
"We don't know. They probably ran into something terrifying inside the Dragon Flame Secret Realm."
A disciple offered the explanation.
At that, Wang Hanhai turned an ingratiating gaze toward Hun Potian and said humbly, "S-Senior Hun, these disciples are so badly injured. Perhaps... you could let this go? They couldn't possibly have the Heavenly Wrath Mark."
"The Heavenly Wrath Mark?"
Jiang Bei's heart jolted at those words.
These black-clad figures had actually come for the Heavenly Wrath Mark?
In other words, they had come for him?
Why?
How did these people know he had the Heavenly Wrath Mark?
Could they have sensed it when he took the Myriad Green Pill and removed the Heavenly Wrath Mark?
What kind of divine ability or method was this? How could they sense the Heavenly Wrath Mark?
Could... one of these people also be a Heavenly Wrath Ancient Dragon?
Jiang Bei knitted his brows, unable to make sense of it no matter how hard he thought. Judging by