Lu Ming of the Heavenly Punishment Platform

Wei Chun's heart jolted when he heard the faint cries of alarm outside.

By the time he paid for his tea and hurried out of Star Tower, a large contingent of Heavenly Star City guards, their presence grim and murderous, had already sealed off the area in front of the building.

The brilliant illumination arrays lit the ground as brightly as daylight, clearly revealing the pool of dark red blood that had yet to congeal completely and the sharp Sword Qi that had yet to fully dissipate.

The cultivators watching from a distance were discussing it in low, excited voices.

"...Too fast! Just the blink of an eye!"

"At least four or five layers of protective spiritual light lit up on Alchemist Tao, and none of them helped! That Sword Qi...it was like a flood bursting through a dam!"

"Definitely a Sword Phantasm-level sword cultivator! How could ordinary Sword Qi have that kind of control? Look at the paving-not even a scratch!"

"Azure Fish Hall sent a real hard case this time..."

"Who on earth did Alchemist Tao offend to bring a killing god like that down on him...?"

"I heard the five of them were hosting Alchemist Lu Jiu from Number Nine Pill Shop just now. Could it be...?"

Hearing these discussions, especially that final whisper, Wei Chun's expression instantly darkened.

The ominous premonition in his heart wound around him like icy vines.

"Are you Alchemist Wei Chun?"

A steady voice carrying a hint of authority interrupted his thoughts.

A City Guard Army commander in dark silver armor trimmed with black strode over, his presence unmistakably at the Foundation Establishment late stage, and fixed Wei Chun with a sharp gaze.

The star patterns engraved on his breastplate were more intricate than those of ordinary city guards, marking his considerable