Bad Luck?

"Elder Yan, Elder Wu, Peak Master Gan... you..."

Inside the Profound Moon Sect's residence, Fang Lifeng, who had just arrived, was dumbstruck after only one glance.

Although he recognized that the head in his hand belonged to Peak Master Gan Rusong, he still clung to a sliver of hope. After all, a King of the Palace Opening Realm would not be so easily slain!

Yet when he saw the state of the Profound Moon Sect's residence, he was completely stunned.

Every member of the Profound Moon Sect had died miserably. Peak Master Gan Rusong in particular had met a horrifying end. Not only had his body been torn into pieces, but part of it had been directly smashed to pulp.

As he looked at the corpses scattered everywhere, a chill rose from the soles of Fang Lifeng's feet and shot straight to his head!

To kill a King of the Palace Opening Realm so miserably—what kind of terrifyingly powerful King of the Palace Opening Realm would it take to produce such a result?

The sound of something slicing through the air from the sky jolted the utterly shocked Fang Lifeng awake. Duan Yingnian, commander of the Longevity Sect's guards, also recalled that Soul Transmission warning in his mind.

"If Peak Master Gan was truly killed, be careful—the Sun Moon Divine Cult may silence you..."

Back in the Sun Moon Divine Cult's council hall, it was precisely Duan Yingnian's reminder that had alarmed Fang Lifeng and prompted him to swiftly make an excuse and leave.

Seeing the streak of light rapidly pursuing him from behind, countless thoughts immediately flashed through Fang Lifeng's mind.

Could the Sun Moon Divine Cult be hunting him down?

Still, the Sun Moon Divine Cult probably would not dare pursue and kill him in broad daylight. But