Pain That Tore His Heart in Two

"Ah!!"

Fang Che let out a furious roar.

His eyes were bloodshot.

With a puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood. He unleashed the Blood Burning Art with all his might, and his speed doubled once again.

He threw back his head and let out a long howl that shook the sky, heard from far and near alike.

The snow within a thousand-zhang radius flew into the air, shattering one flake after another.

The boundless snowfield swept past beneath his feet!

He did not even notice the passage of time. He only knew that he had to charge forward with all his might.

Accompanied by his sharp, prolonged howl, he came roaring all the way like thunder from the Ninth Heaven, unending and rolling.

With a whoosh, he burst through a stretch of forest exposed by the force of his howl. Fang Che's charging body suddenly halted, then turned back like a ghost.

Because over here... on the snow, there was a patch of crimson.

It was especially glaring against the heavy snow.

Fang Che dropped like a whirlwind. His divine sense spread in every direction, while the Golden Horned Flood Dragon roared out and circled around, inspecting the surroundings and searching with utmost vigilance.

Then he flew toward the patch of blood.

There was no intact corpse.

Only fragments.

Splintered bones, scraps of flesh, and disheveled white hair were scattered everywhere throughout the forest.

Mu Linyuan's robes were there too, all torn into pieces like butterflies.

Fang Che flew around, searching the area.

At last, he abruptly stopped.

Before him, a small tree had been blasted apart at the crown, its trunk shaved to a sharp point.

A head had been planted squarely upon it.

It was Mu Linyuan's head.

That white-haired head was quietly impaled on the