Wuji Sect's tent.
When the young disciple set Song Han's head on the ground, the tent fell silent.
A middle-aged man seated in the place of honor narrowed his eyes, a look of surprise and suspicion crossing his face.
"Though his features have been badly mangled, it's clear this is that old bastard Song Han. What do you all think? What should we do?"
He looked around and saw the different expressions on everyone's faces.
Some were doubtful, some shocked, while others sank into thought.
A martial artist frowned. "We've fought Song Han for a long time, and countless disciples have died at his hands. Now that he's dead, the Floating Cloud Sword Sect has lost a top fighter. This is indeed a good time to strike."
Many nodded.
"Senior Brother Lian is right. Whatever that person intended, the fact remains that he killed Song Han. That proves this can't be a trick by the Floating Cloud Sword Sect."
"To kill a Third-Rank Innate expert just to lure us into a trap? Even if Old Ancestor Floating Cloud had lost his mind, he wouldn't do something like that. We can go ahead with this. Junior Brother Lian, return to the sect at once and report to the Old Ancestor. We'll head for Floating Cloud Mountain first!"
"Understood."
Everyone grew fired up and set out that very night.
Ye Kang, who had been hiding in the shadows all along, naturally saw them move. He merely smiled and gently stroked the Demonic Saber in his hand.
He had killed Song Han, making him the sworn enemy of the Floating Cloud Sword Sect.
Since they were bound to retaliate, he would strike first.
He brought up the rear, following the Wuji Sect toward Floating Cloud Mountain.
The martial artists moved at great