The hall where Liu Yin normally cultivated in seclusion was cleaved in two by the escaping force of Xiang Yang's fierce blade aura. More than a dozen towering buildings of the Chaotian Alliance had also been wrecked beyond recognition by the blade aura, leaving the alliance's many experts shocked and enraged. Yet what followed was an even deeper terror, for they had all seen the scattered flesh and blood outside the hall, as well as Liu Yin's head, whose features could barely still be recognized.
Six Yin Superior, a Celestial Being expert who had dominated the Liao River region for years, had been slain within the Chaotian Alliance under layers upon layers of guard. From beginning to end, they had not even seen the killer's true face. Just how formidable was this person's martial arts? And how great a storm would the consequences of this bring?
Beyond the shattered tiles and broken walls, more than a dozen Xiantian Experts wore unreadable expressions, each harboring different thoughts and making their own plans. As for investigating the murderer and avenging Liu Yin, no one even mentioned it. What a joke—there were better ways to seek death.
Elsewhere, within the grounds of the Yan Family, one of Liao City's great clans, a breathtakingly beautiful woman stood beneath an immense, thick-trunked crown-red tree. Dressed in light white gauze and holding a blade, she gazed into the distance.
The crown-red poplar stood more than ten meters tall. Its bark resembled wrinkled fish scales, gleaming with a bluish sheen, while its canopy spread outward like a giant tuft of blooming cotton. Its entire body was crimson as flowing fire, creating an overwhelming visual spectacle beneath the bright blue sky.
Yet for all the crown-red tree's splendor, it was not even one ten-thousandth as beautiful as the