A sword slashed out, carrying sword qi imbued with True Mysterious Sun Fire at an extreme speed. It swept past the seven women in white in near-instantaneous fashion, causing their forms to stall.
Fang Wang swept a cold gaze over them, and the seven women in white immediately retreated, vanishing into midair.
With the obstruction gone, Fang Wang smoothly landed inside the temple.
"They just ran?"
Little Purple cried out excitedly in Fang Wang's arms. It had guessed that Fang Wang was strong, but had not expected him to be this strong.
Within the Great Sage's Grotto-Heaven, it feared no fierce beasts and no cultivators; the only things it feared were this flock of white female ghosts.
Fang Wang ignored it, stepping forward with his spiritual sense unfurled, remaining vigilant of his surroundings.
Signs of battle were everywhere inside the temple: sword marks, bloodstains, half-burned talisman paper, and more. Everything was startling to the eye.
Fang Wang's gaze landed on the main temple hall ahead. It was pitch-black inside, and a gust of gloomy wind surged out from within, rushing straight toward him and fluttering his side hair.
Unhurriedly, he stepped into the main temple hall, and his vision grew clear. He spotted a hole in the dim wall of the hall, one that occupied the entire surface.
"The smell of blood in there is so thick."
Little Purple flicked its forked tongue as it spoke. Even without its words, Fang Wang had already smelled it.
He walked straight into the hole, advancing along the tunnel. The white-glowing blade of the Tianhong Sword illuminated the passage, where bloody handprints could be seen everywhere on the walls and shattered bones were occasionally stepped upon.
It was hard to imagine what this tunnel had experienced in the past.
The tunnel meandered downward,