I'll scatter even your ashes

Yu Xiaoheng moved.

He was like a wisp of weightless blue smoke, silently drifting out of the main tent and merging into the night.

The night was thick.

The wind and snow atop Clear Sky Peak had grown even fiercer.

The howling wind provided the perfect cover.

Yu Xiaoheng darted swiftly between the rocks.

Along the way, he encountered several groups of Clear Sky Sect disciples on patrol.

Their expressions were listless, their steps unsteady. They never noticed the shadow flashing past them.

Yu Xiaoheng easily reached the rear mountain.

The defenses here were even more lax.

In the eyes of the Clear Sky Sect disciples, with Great-Grandfather Tang Chen and High Priestess Bo Saixi stationed at the rear mountain, it was undoubtedly the safest place in the world.

Unfortunately, they did not know that these two peerless Douluo could barely protect themselves now.

Yu Xiaoheng closed his eyes, and his powerful spiritual power spread outward like ripples across water.

He effortlessly avoided the secret chambers where Tang Chen and Bo Saixi were staying.

Those two places radiated faint yet violent fluctuations of divine power, clearly indicating that they were undergoing deep healing.

At last, his senses settled on a remote stone house.

Within it was a weak aura that carried the distinctive resilience of the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

Tang San.

Yu Xiaoheng opened his eyes, a trace of chill flashing through them.

He walked toward the stone house.

The stone door was tightly shut.

Yu Xiaoheng pressed his right hand against it.

Gentle Soul Power flowed from his palm, seeping delicately into the stone door.

"Crack."

A nearly inaudible crisp sound rang out.

The metal bolt within the stone door instantly turned to powder beneath the vibrations of ultimate thunder.

Yu Xiaoheng pushed open the door and walked in.