Outside the main hall, Qin Shaofeng shook his head, clearly determined to get to the bottom of what had happened.
"But..." Qing Daoxun wanted to say more, but a burst of urgent bells interrupted her.
"This is bad, something seems to have happened in the direction of Fuhu Mountain!"
Cries of alarm rang out in the distance. Countless Flying Swords tore through the sky, racing toward Fuhu Mountain. The entire Ten Million Great Mountains was shrouded in a grim, murderous air.
"Come on, let's go take a look as well!" Qin Shaofeng frowned tightly and pulled Qing Daoxun along as they sped away.
By the time the two arrived at Fuhu Mountain, the battle was already drawing to a close. Corpses and severed limbs carpeted the ground, blood flowed into rivers, and the disciples of the Ten Million Great Mountains had suffered grievous losses. Wails of pain filled the land.
At the center of the battlefield, a man clad in black robes coldly watched it all. It was none other than the Demon Venerable himself!
Qin Shaofeng was horrified, his expression changing abruptly.
At that moment, the Demon Venerable seemed to notice Qin Shaofeng's presence. A strange smile curved across his lips as he slowly raised the saber in his hand.
"Qin Shaofeng, I never expected you to truly infiltrate the Ten Million Great Mountains. But... your disguise is utterly meaningless before me!"
Before his words had even faded, a streak of black light came howling toward him. Qin Shaofeng felt a sharp pain in his chest, and heart-piercing agony instantly shot through his entire body.
Blood splattered as Qin Shaofeng crashed heavily to the ground, his consciousness gradually blurring.
"Senior Brother!" Qing Daoxun cried out and hurriedly rushed over to examine Qin Shaofeng's injuries.
"Go... hurry and go..." Qin