Beneath the howling cold wind and biting frost lay a perilous peak that had been deliberately brought down.
The hundred-zhang-tall peak had been forcibly snapped in two by someone wielding immense divine power. Its enormous mass had shattered into fragments and piled up at the foot of the mountain, crushing a small village beneath it and leaving no survivors.
By the time Meng Zhao and Zhao Rulíng arrived, some martial artists from the surrounding area had already come to investigate. The two also saw government constables and laborers, showing that this tremendous disturbance had not only alerted them, but had also deeply affected the region.
"The lingering aura has not dispersed. It is still the afterglow of the Crimson Fierce Fist Art. Come and take a look!"
With their exceptional martial arts, the two naturally did not linger timidly around the foot of the mountain like the others. They headed straight for the summit, arriving at the fractured surface of the mountain to examine the traces in hopes of finding clues.
In truth, they had already made corresponding guesses and prepared themselves before coming. Most likely, this had been Yu Changkong's doing.
Now that they examined it carefully, they indeed found clues. Just like the corpse they had inspected earlier, there was a lingering trace of crimson baleful aura.
The difference was that only a small amount of crimson baleful aura remained on the corpse, while what remained here was far denser.
Meng Zhao swept a hand, and a hazy glow spread outward, forming a circular halo that emitted a powerful suction force. It continuously drew in and absorbed the crimson baleful aura scattered across the fractured surface, eventually condensing it into a thread of ominous scarlet light, thick with fierce baleful intent, suspended in midair.
Meng Zhao reached out