The black-clad men carried an uncanny, inscrutable air. Through their senses, Zhao Wei, Wu Junhua, and the others discovered that their cultivation was not particularly strong, only around the Spirit Soul Realm—a level below their own.
Yet despite this, facing these three black-clad men, Zhao Wei and the others still felt an immense threat. A chill crept through their hearts, accompanied by a faint trembling dread.
They knew perfectly well that, with the cultivation of these three black-clad men, they could not have killed Sang Xuanyu and the others. There had to be an even more powerful figure standing behind them.
And the existence capable of killing Sang Xuanyu and the others in such a manner was absolutely not someone Zhao Wei and the others could contend with!
But...
"Who exactly are you? Why did you kill our Palace Master and elders?"
Zhao Wei gathered his courage and shouted, using it to conceal the turmoil in his heart.
Before his venerable-level pressure, the three black-clad men remained unmoved. They merely looked down at them coldly. After a while, the one in the middle slowly spoke:
"The Palace Master of Cloud Illusion Palace colluded with the extraterritorial Demon Race to harm human sects for profit. His heart was as venomous as snakes and scorpions, and he had turned against human nature!"
"Her Majesty the Empress cared for all living beings, and thus executed the Demon Race and the Palace Master of Cloud Illusion Palace and his accomplices. She also ordered us to deliver their corpses back to Cloud Illusion Palace as a warning!"
Thud!
The moment the black-clad man finished speaking, Zhao Wei, who was seated atop a Black-Horned Rhinoceros Horse, shuddered and actually fell from the demon beast's back, smashing his face hard against the ground.
Wu Junhua and the