"Gasp!"
Jin Rou, who had reacted in an instant, sucked in a sharp breath.
She understood why the young man seated on the Iron Eater Beast's back had seemed somewhat familiar.
He looked exactly like that great fiend from earlier—or, to put it another way, that great fiend was this man's darkened version.
There had to be countless tangled threads connecting the two.
Thinking of Demonic Buddha Ning Xiu's methods from earlier, Jin Rou hurriedly stepped to the roadside, afraid that blocking the way might displease Ning Xiu and bring down another deadly calamity with nowhere to hide.
"Hm?"
As they drew closer, Ren Qianxing, seated on Black Wind's back, also noticed the unusual scene ahead.
A carriage bristling with arrows from end to end, like a hedgehog.
A woman who looked guilty and dared not meet their eyes.
A huge palm print spanning the very middle of the road, filled with a great deal of flesh and bone that had been crushed alive.
Several masked men sitting on horseback, raving like lunatics.
"There was a huge commotion here just now. Judging by this palm print, a master must have made a move." Xia Yunsi stared at the print, which was several zhang deep, her expression full of shock.
That kind of power could only come from someone of the Upper Three Ranks—and among them, someone of the first or second rank.
"I'll go ask what happened." Ren Qianxing swung down from the pig and headed toward Jin Rou.
"Don't be afraid, you two. I'm a Demon Subduing Captain. What happened here just now? Did you witness it?" Ren Qianxing asked when he reached Jin Rou.
The coachman glanced at his young mistress, unsure how to respond. He could only keep quiet and let her speak with the Demon Subduing