Sheng Tian, Lianyue Street.
This was the street where Flying Cloud Martial Arts School stood. Because of the recent string of murders, the entire street seemed to have been cast under a layer of dark clouds.
Boom!
A tremendous crash exploded within the martial arts school!
Song Yunting, the master of Flying Cloud Martial Arts School, stood before a shattered wooden training dummy in a white practice robe, his face dark as he clenched his fists tight.
"That's the third one. Now even Fourth Brother Lu Feng is dead!"
Song Yunting let out a low roar, revealing just how violently the fury in his heart churned.
Since opening the martial arts school, he had only accepted seven personal disciples in total. Yet in barely half a month, three of them had died one after another without rhyme or reason.
Seven personal disciples might not sound like many, but every one of them was a trusted confidant he could entrust with heavy responsibilities!
When he grew old and retired from the world, these seven would be his greatest support.
His heart was bleeding. Even when they had gone to war with other martial arts schools to seize territory, they had never suffered such casualties.
Every one of these personal disciples had learned his exclusive internal martial arts. Their strength was absolutely far from ordinary.
Yet now they had died so easily. It was practically slapping his face and smashing the entire Flying Cloud Martial Arts School's signboard into the ground!
"Eldest, what do you think of this matter?" Song Yunting turned his gaze toward the oldest among his remaining four personal disciples, the most mature and steady one.
Eldest disciple Mo Nian wore a grave expression as he slowly said, "Master, there is something deeply suspicious about this. Of the three