"Let's go!"
Zhou Yunhe's face was livid. Without a word, he strode out of the courtyard.
Li Yun followed behind him, walking at an unhurried pace, his expression calm as still water.
Qin Chuan led the way at a trot, his forehead slick with cold sweat.
The three soon arrived at a detached residence in the city.
On the way, Qin Chuan had told Li Yun that Grandmaster Chen Tianxing had rented the place and was staying there with the people he had brought.
"Platform Master, they're inside..." a disciple said, his voice trembling.
Zhou Yunhe ignored him and walked straight in.
The residence had three courtyards. Now it was a scene of slaughter.
All the Martial Artists Chen Tianxing had brought were dead. Seven more people lay on the ground.
Those seven people—seven Grandmasters—had each died from a single slash.
Every wound was on the chest, identical, clean and decisive, just like the wound that had killed Yan Shan.
Most shocking of all were the marks left on the ground.
Around each corpse, five-colored scorch marks traced a perfect circle: metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, the powers of the five elements arranged in sequence.
They looked like traces left by the Five Elements Absolute Prison.
Li Yun's gaze swept over the marks, and his pupils narrowed slightly.
Someone's imitating me!
To his eyes, the imitation was a beast made of mismatched parts.
His saber technique was far more than the power of the five elements. What mattered most was his Nascent Heaven's Will, as though the heavens were hidden within his blade. No one else could imitate that.
But to an ordinary Martial Artist, it looked all too similar.
Zhou Yunhe crouched to examine Chen Tianxing's wound, then looked at the marks on the ground. When he stood,