Gathered in Tian'ai Prefecture

The Martial Suppression Mirror in Old Lu's hand exploded on the spot.

At that moment, a monstrous tempest surged through Old Lu's heart, and his eyes filled with utter horror.

One had to know that this artifact was a replica of an unparalleled divine artifact within the Guardian organization!

It could suppress the Martial Dao!

That divine artifact was related to the Martial Venerable of the Pre-White Mist Era.

Thus, unless these people possessed other artifacts related to the Martial Venerable and carried his aura, they could not cause the Martial Suppression Mirror to shatter.

"Could they be Forbidden Explorers, or members of some other powerful faction?"

He stared at Long Zixuan without pause.

He was certain that Long Zixuan must be carrying a treasure related to the Martial Venerable. Otherwise, he could not possibly possess the Martial Venerable's aura.

But he could no longer continue thinking.

Because the big black dog's paw had already descended.

"No!"

Old Lu let out a shrill scream and exploded directly into a mist of blood.

His body and soul were annihilated.

"Daring to act arrogantly before this Emperor? You seek death."

The big black dog spoke coldly.

"Stop gloating, you dead dog. Let's go."

Wu Dade spoke up.

Now that they had obtained the letter left behind by the turtle in the Northern Lin Imperial Capital, there was no meaning in staying any longer.

It was time to go to Tian'ai Prefecture.

"Not good!"

At the same time, on an ornate carriage.

Cen Mingyi's expression suddenly changed dramatically. He hurriedly took out a lamp.

It was Old Lu's Soul Lamp.

At this moment, the Soul Lamp had already gone out.

Cen Mingyi's pupils shrank!

This meant... Old Lu was dead!

"Old Lu... is gone?"

"How is that possible!"

"Old Lu was a