Behind him, the old man who had followed along also furrowed his brows. His nostrils flared as he carefully sought the source of the bloody smell in the air.
After a moment, the old man said tensely, "True Person, the blood scent is a mixture of human and Demon Blood."
"This old man doesn't know exactly what happened either. Why don't we hurry over and take a look?"
At that, Fufeng Zhenren awkwardly withdrew his gaze. It seemed he'd guessed wrong about something.
To cover his embarrassment, he hurriedly kicked Tang Songyuan beside him and said, "What are you standing around for? Lead the way! If we don't hurry, they'll be beating each other's brains into dog brains, and what the hell will there be left to discuss?"
"Right!" Tang Songyuan had no idea why he'd been kicked, but he didn't dare argue. He quickly got to his feet and led the other two toward the border between the Southwest Nine Provinces and the Ten Thousand Demon Lair.
Fortunately, the three of them weren't far away. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the place he'd left earlier.
Seeing the chaotic battlefield, where everyone was locked in combat, Tang Songyuan looked at his Master with an awkward expression. "Master, everything was fine when I left earlier."
"I even made a point of telling them not to cause trouble while I was gone. I never thought that in the short time it took me to fetch you, they'd already started fighting like this."
"But please don't worry yet. I'll go down and check what's happening!" With that, Tang Songyuan flashed forward, intending to stop the two sides from fighting, but his Master, Fufeng Zhenren, held him back.
"No need!"
Watching the people below fight in a chaotic mass, Fufeng