"Who was it? Who the hell was it? Get the fuck out here!"
Third Floor Master Ou Tuo had gone mad. The blade light from his saber poured forth like a cascading river of blades, and within a few breaths, he had cleaved a fissure a thousand meters deep through the courtyard before him.
"Get out here! If you've got the guts, get the fuck out here!"
As Ou Tuo cursed furiously, he kept hacking wildly with his saber. In little more than a dozen breaths, the entire courtyard looked as though it had been plowed over.
Gai Jun, Huang Tan, Yan Wudi, and Ning Shiyi did not try to stop Ou Tuo. Instead, they hovered in midair, spreading their divine sense outward like water in all directions, searching for any suspicious trace.
There was a reason Third Floor Master Ou Tuo had gone berserk.
In less than half an hour, two direct descendants of the Ou Family had vanished, while four had been killed. Six were dead in total.
Considering the number of descendants in the Ou Family, six was not much. But the fatal part was that all six had been geniuses of the Ou Family.
After venting, Third Floor Master Ou Tuo rapidly calmed down, though his face remained ashen. "I know who did all this."
"Who?" Gai Jun, Huang Tan, and Ning Shiyi all turned their gazes toward Ou Tuo at once. Yan Wudi's mouth twitched for no apparent reason.
During that half hour, Ye Zhen had attacked twelve times, killing eleven direct descendants from the five families and thirty-six Kings of the Palace Opening Realm.
However, aside from the first few battles, where he had wiped out every enemy, in the later ambushes Ye Zhen had only managed to kill some of the martial artists