Soul Devouring Sect, rear mountain, within a secluded courtyard.
An old man lay beneath a locust tree with his eyes closed, his right hand occasionally flicking out streak after streak of black light.
Not far from him, a young man was engaged in fierce battle with several puppets. Whenever he gained the upper hand, the sudden black lights would interrupt him. While dodging, he would even nearly be wounded by the puppets' counterattacks.
The battle continued until a visitor barged in from outside the courtyard, bringing it to a halt.
"Brother Huo, Mao Zi is dead..."
"He was killed by one of Song Ze's men."
The newcomers were precisely the three people who had been injured by the Illusory Weasel Immortal Sect.
Zhao Huohuo flashed aside from a puppet's attack and stepped out of the formation, his entire body radiating terrifying Nether Qi. "How did you provoke people from the Illusory Weasel Immortal Sect for no reason?"
His voice was low and murderous, as if he would kill someone the very next moment.
The three men took turns recounting what had happened.
At the end, the leader spoke timidly. "Although the one who killed Mao Zi is already dead, he must have acted on Song Ze's orders to dare do such a thing."
"Brother Huo, only you have the strength to deal with that dog Song Ze now."
"Brother Huo, avenge Mao Zi! Let that dog Song Ze taste what it feels like to have both hands chopped off!"
Zhao Huohuo's face turned exceedingly grim. Suddenly, he swung his hand and slapped the three men.
The blow sent all three sprawling to the ground before his icy voice slowly rang out. "The people of the Illusory Weasel Immortal Sect certainly deserve to die, but the three of you deserve it