Dragon Vein Secret Realm

Li Yan's sense of smell had never been wrong.

Kong Hui's scent was exceptionally distinctive—a sealed study piled year-round with moldy ancient texts, mixed with a faint, elusive smell of blood.

Once smelled, it was carved into one's bones.

The Divination Tally showed no reaction, further confirming his judgment:

The target had merely "been here" and had already fled.

Yet the incantation from deep within the cellar could be heard clearly. It was spoken in an obscure southwestern dialect, rustling softly with an eerie quality.

"Take them alive." Li Yan gave a look and barked the order under his breath.

The command fell without a sound, and the team instantly sprang into motion like a precision mechanism.

Sha LiFei vaulted over the low wall like a monkey, the Divine Firearm already braced steadily against his shoulder; Wang Dao Xuan rolled a talisman between his fingers while muttering an incantation; Long Yan'er lightly raised her slender fingers, and several ghostly lights flew from her sleeve; Lu San flung up his arm, and the goshawk Lidong carried the Demon Gourd into the sky...

As for Wu Ba, he rolled his neck, tightened the iron-inlaid gauntlets around his fists, and followed close behind Li Yan.

Luo MingZi, standing to the side, was secretly alarmed.

The Twelve Yuan Chen's movements appeared scattered, but in an instant they had locked down every inch of space, equally prepared for attack and defense. No wonder they had earned such a resounding reputation.

The two flashed to the front of the shop.

Boom!

Wu Ba gathered his strength and punched. Amid a deep, muffled crash, the thick brick wall split open with a gaping hole.

At the instant dust and fragments flew, Li Yan's figure had already smashed through the wooden door like a ghost and forced his