Rivers and Lakes Are Treacherous-Take Your Winnings and Run

At dusk, the clouds on the horizon had been burned crimson, dyeing the entire world the color of blood.

When the last sliver of afterglow was finally swallowed by the rolling mountains, the sky began to darken, and the whole land was shrouded in a vast, hazy twilight.

That evil cultivator stood before Kunshan True Monarch's remains, staring at the severed limbs strewn across the ground, his face dark and gloomy.

His gray-white hair hung loose around him. His appearance was horrifying. It was as if half his face had been scorched by fire, covered in pockmarked pits. Paired with his gloomy eyes, he looked like a ferocious demon god.

"Haofei, any clues..."

Hearing this, an evil cultivator beside him shook his head.

"The culprit was very cautious. The scene didn't leave behind a trace, but we can see traces of the Spell Path and Body Path..."

After finishing, he thought for a moment and said, "Kunhai, didn't you leave a blood curse on your younger brother..."

Kunhai True Monarch sighed. "The other party was too crafty. The blood curse I planted didn't have any effect..."

He thought for a moment, removed the Communication Formation Disk from his waist, and sent a message.

After a while, the Communication Formation Disk began to tremble slightly. Kunhai True Monarch picked it up and glanced at it.

"Fellow Daoist Kunhai, is something the matter..."

"I've come to Wulong Mountain City. Let's meet..."

The other party waited a long while before replying.

"I'm somewhat inconvenienced right now. If you have something to say, just say it..."

Kunhai True Monarch sneered. "My younger brother died—he died outside Wulong Mountain City..."

After reading Kunhai True Monarch's message, the other party took a long time to respond.

"Fellow Daoist Kunhai, my condolences..."

"Xue Zhen, cut the crap.