Was this a special situation created by human hands?
The An Clan had, after all, immersed itself in Chaos sorcery for many years. It was hardly strange for their knowledge to surpass that of the Seven Stars Bureau of Military Affairs. With that thought, the Kaiyang Envoy hurriedly instructed his subordinate, "Sound the contact signal. Use the code phrase to tell those pursuing Azure Blade to leave someone alive!"
Since the An Clan had cast this art, they ought to know how to break it as well.
But before the subordinate had gone far, Sentinel Dai stepped forward and shook his head at Luo Yunzheng. "The caster is dead."
"What? So soon?" The Kaiyang Envoy could not help but freeze. "Has the identity been confirmed?"
"Yes. The deceased was named Anshi Ming. He was the current head of the An Clan and the State Preceptor of the Dong Sheng Kingdom."
"Take me to see him."
"Yes."
Before long, Luo Yunzheng saw the man who had commanded the An Clan.
His temples had already gone gray, and age showed plainly on his face. Even a lofty position could not withstand the passage of time. The penetrating wound through his chest was undoubtedly fatal; it had pierced straight through his front and back while precisely destroying his heart. Even if an elder of the Yan Family had been present, they could not have saved a man without a heart.
This blow also fit Azure Blade's style of the "Thread-Linking Finger" perfectly.
He could even infer what had happened. Anshi Ming was not proficient in Kun Technique or Xun Technique, so it was no surprise that the younger and stronger pursuer had caught up to him. Azure Blade had attacked from behind, killing the An Clan head with a single move. The latter