Healing

Was it fortunate or unfortunate?

The outcome had long made everything clear.

Those who schemed with tigers might stand on high platforms in glory for a time, but they would ultimately meet a miserable end.

Victory belonged to kings, defeat to bandits; the path had always been paved with countless corpses.

On the Central Plains battlefield, Xiao Yan was drenched in blood. As the Profound Heavy Ruler cut down the last high-ranking expert, the Dou Qi within him also fell into a state of depletion.

He swallowed a handful of pills to forcibly restore his Dou Qi, then swept his surroundings with his exhausted spiritual power, searching for any fish that had slipped through the net.

This battle against the Hall of Souls was undoubtedly the most brutal battle he had ever fought.

During this battle, Xiao Yan had also erupted with extraordinary power and blasted apart a Hall of Souls expert at the Half-Saint level.

Such achievements would have been worthy of praise anywhere.

However, Xiao Yan felt little joy at the moment. Starfall Pavilion had also suffered considerable losses in this battle. It was his first time dealing with matters from the perspective of a Senior Disciple Brother, and he was still far too young.

Had those puppets not suddenly appeared afterward, even Martial Uncle Feng Xian might have been severely wounded and fallen.

His strength was nowhere near enough to protect his loved ones!

Those puppets should have been his Senior Disciple Brother's former subordinates, called the Soul Punishing Division.

Since those puppets had appeared, where was his Senior Disciple Brother?

Where had he gone?

Xiao Yan's intuition told him that someone like his Senior Disciple Brother could not possibly have fallen. At most, he had encountered some trouble and was temporarily trapped.

No matter what, this