One Step Too Late

Several days later.

Yunmiao Star Domain, above Fuguang Star.

The boundless sea of clouds surged like waves, and beneath it lay the vast Tianfeng Dynasty.

Mountain ranges stretched endlessly like slumbering dragons, coiled across the heartland of the dynasty.

At the summit of the main peak, where the dragon raised its head, stood the residence of the Tianfeng Dynasty's foremost lineage—the Wang Family.

Above the sea of clouds, Yuan Hua stood suspended in the void, his heavy gaze sweeping over the wreckage below.

Blood had yet to dry between the broken walls and crumbling ruins, while charred beams lay collapsed in a tangled mess.

Even in such devastation, the sprawling outline of the ruins still offered a glimpse of this place's former splendor and grandeur.

Yuan Hua's tightly furrowed brows carried a deep sense of confusion.

Though he had received word that Chu Sheng had already left before he even reached Fuguang Star,

he simply could not understand it.

What exactly was Chu Sheng trying to do?

Could it be that someone from the Wang Family had offended him, bringing this calamity of annihilation upon the entire clan?

Chasing prey was certainly entertaining.

But in Yuan Hua's eyes, as an experienced hunter, the most entertaining part had never been running himself ragged behind the prey.

It was calculating its path, waiting at the destination one step ahead, laying a trap, and waiting for the prey to walk right into it.

What he loved most was watching the prey fall into the snare, its face first filled with astonishment and disbelief, before finally turning utterly ashen.

As thoughts churned through his mind, he dipped the tip of his foot, and his figure descended toward the ruins below.

Within the ruins, several dozen people in identical attire were scattered among the broken