The instant he saw the corpse of Fourth Floor Master Ning Chun, Yan Clan Ancestor Yan Tu—despite having weathered countless storms—could not stop his entire body from trembling. He felt utterly stunned!
Never in the history of the Myriad Stars Tower had one of its Floor Masters died a violent death. Yet now, the corpse of Fourth Floor Master Ning Chun lay before him.
Yan Tu's aged eyes instantly widened, and an indescribable baleful intent burst forth in an instant.
"Speak! Who did this!"
Silently, three grayish-black blades of Triangular Iron Saw Grass slowly climbed onto Yan Tu's feet at that very moment.
The instant they reached him, they seemed to come alive, violently stabbing toward Yan Tu's calves from three directions!
"Hmm?"
The faint prick of pain from his calves changed Yan Tu's expression, and he instinctively lowered his head to look.
With one glance, Yan Tu's face drastically changed. The three grayish-black blades of Triangular Iron Saw Grass were embedded in his calves, with traces of blood seeping out.
In an instant, Yan Tu's expression underwent a tremendous change.
But what shocked Ye Zhen most was Yan Tu's reaction in the face of danger.
The instant Yan Tu lowered his head and saw something was wrong, a cloud of blood mist abruptly exploded below his waist, and both his legs were severed at the roots.
"You dare plot against this old man? You're courting death!"
The instant his legs exploded into blood mist, Yan Tu let out an earthshaking roar and struck a palm toward Ye Zhen, who was kneeling beneath the steps.
Ye Zhen abruptly raised his head. The dark crimson Soul Refining Divine Light he had long prepared suddenly burst from his eyes, blasting straight at Yan Tu. The instant it appeared, it shot directly into