Lü Fanglong had been able to find this place from hundreds of miles away because Xing Xinyang had left behind a trace of his divine soul aura within the mountain gate. Lü Fanglong had followed that aura here.
But by the time he arrived, Xing Xinyang's divine soul had long since been utterly destroyed. As for the killer, who knew what method had been used—there was not the slightest imprint left in the surrounding void.
No matter how miraculous the compass in Lü Fanglong's hand was, it still needed clues to continue tracking. It could not truly find someone out of thin air.
Moreover, because the divine soul imprint here had been erased, even if Lü Fanglong encountered that person again, he would be unable to determine with complete certainty whether it was the same individual.
"Thief!"
Lü Fanglong shouted in fury and turned to leave.
Xing Xinyang could not possibly have left the mountain gate for no reason. Something else must have happened to make him do so.
With no clues to be found here, Lü Fanglong could only return to the mountain gate and see whether there was anything else to uncover. This matter was far from over!
Leaving aside Xing Xinyang's personal relationship with Lü Fanglong, Xing Xinyang had been an elder of the Sacred Yan Sect. For him to be slain like this, the Sacred Yan Sect would pursue the matter to the bitter end.
As Lü Fanglong searched furiously for the murderer, hundreds of miles away, Chen Fei's inscription of the Xuanyuan Sword had reached its final stage.
As Chen Fei inscribed the final character onto the Xuanyuan Sword's hilt, the entire blade burst forth with a heaven-shaking radiance, and vast sword intent rippled out from within.
In the unseen depths, Chen Fei sensed a