Before long, a string of clamorous, heavy footsteps approached from afar, firelight surging forward like a soaring dragon.
Hong Tianzheng, who was nearest to this place, arrived with roughly a hundred soldiers. Holding torches, they lit up the dark world around them.
When he saw Meng Zhao carrying the Heavenly Evil Battle Casket, the mangled flesh and corpses left on the ground, and smelled the dense stench of decay that lingered in the air along with the killing aura, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with uncertainty and alarm.
"Young Master, this?"
He could tell that Meng Zhao was in fine health, showing no signs of having been injured in an assassination attempt or suffered a great loss of power. Yet the fury and sharp aura emanating from Meng Zhao still astonished him.
After all, he was accustomed to Meng Zhao's unfathomable side. It was rare to see such vivid emotion from him now.
Could it be that this assassin had posed some sort of threat to Meng Zhao, provoking such a strong reaction?
Though Hong Tianzheng had never personally witnessed Meng Zhao's peerless martial prowess, Si Peng and the others' descriptions, along with He Wuji's submission, were enough to make clear that Meng Zhao's martial arts had reached heights beyond his imagination.
For someone with such martial arts, what kind of assassin, what kind of method, could leave him so shaken?
Hong Tianzheng looked at the shattered corpses on the ground. Could these alone truly possess such ability?
"It is nothing. One of Commander Bai's young Death Sword Guards somehow used someone's channels to enter the military camp. Not only that, he even infiltrated the ranks of my personal guards and attempted an assassination.
His martial arts were lacking, but the power of his Death Spirit Sword Qi was