In a mansion somewhere in the suburbs of Xiyuan City.
Boom!
Amid the deafening crash, Fu Qian came to an abrupt stop, dodging the shockwave that swept toward him.
The next moment, a straight trench appeared beneath his feet, deep enough to reach halfway up a person's leg.
The expensive wooden floor in the mansion's living room had been completely wrecked in the blink of an eye.
"Ill Omen! I've been waiting for you!"
A furious roar rang out from up ahead.
"You won't kill me that easily!"
This one's still got plenty of spirit!
Fu Qian felt a little relieved.
This was the seventh target he'd found along the way: a certain Eighth Order Transcendent.
Just as he'd expected, Ill Omen hadn't wasted any time at all.
After leaving the Huang Family, Ill Omen had taken advantage of that brief window and gone on a killing spree across Xiyuan City, with astonishing efficiency. He'd barely stopped to rest.
Fu Qian had already come across several Transcendents lying dead along the way.
The key was that these Transcendents chose their homes with the same unspoken understanding as animals in a forest, keeping their distance from one another.
As a result, they were scattered across almost every part of Xiyuan City.
Following the planned route to track them down had taken quite a while.
Speed was of the essence.
Once he confirmed this one was fine, Fu Qian turned to leave without saying a word.
But the next moment, a heavy thud rang out. Thick steel plates dropped over every door and window in the house.
A booming laugh came from behind him.
"Since you're already here, you think I'll let you leave that easily?"
Your survival instinct is a little too strong!
Looking at the steel plates sealing the