After these months of quiet cultivation in the underground palace, Jiang Fan's power over multiple laws had advanced at astonishing speed.
Although he had not broken through to the high tier of the Saint Realm, with the laws of time, space, life and death, and lightning all brought to bear, even against someone at the peak of the Saint Realm, he had more than a seventy percent chance of escaping unscathed—perhaps even fighting and winning.
"The hidden clans and sects in Yunlan City have no one stronger than the Saint Realm. They're nothing to fear!"
"The masked man beneath the Saint Sect temple is only at the mid Saint Realm. I could wipe him out with a casual move!"
"The truly troublesome one is that 'Holy Master' behind the masked man!"
Judging from the information he currently had, it could be said he knew absolutely nothing about this Holy Master.
"Who exactly could he be? And what level is his strength at?"
Jiang Fan pondered for a moment and felt there was still risk in this matter.
To be safe, he traced a finger through the air, and a golden rune appeared in the void.
"Master, your disciple Jiang Fan reports:"
"The situation in Yunlan City is strange and treacherous. The death of the former Patrol Envoy, Song Yu, is connected to an organization called the Saint Sect!"
"The Saint Sect's power in Yunlan City is deeply rooted and tangled, and it has already infiltrated most of the local forces. Behind it, there is suspected to be..."
"At midnight tomorrow night, they intend to carry out a sacrifice..."
"I plan to..."
As the final stroke fell, the golden rune turned into flowing light, pierced through the void, and sped toward the Mystic Heaven Holy Land.
A moment later, a voice