Two hours later, Su Ziyue appeared in Demon King Valley. After pointing out the place where the great battle had taken place, she continued onward with Huafeng Zhenren and an Elder from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. With two Golden Core Realm powerhouses beside her, Su Ziyue finally felt a trace of security—but what she wanted even more was to encounter Chen Fan now and have him killed.
Whoosh!
Before long, the three of them arrived above an area at the same time. Countless forests here had been damaged, mountain ranges had been shifted and smashed down, and the entire region looked as though it had suffered a vast and terrifying earthquake. It was utterly devastated.
"Hall Master, it was here!" Su Ziyue said cautiously.
Huafeng Zhenren's face was dark. He ignored her, his profound gaze sweeping across the ground from where he stood in the air. At last, his eyes settled upon a shattered mountain range.
"Found it!" he said coldly. His figure flickered, and he flew toward the mountains.
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect Elder narrowed his eyes slightly. The flying sword beneath his feet moved, and he too shot toward the mountain range.
Naturally, Su Ziyue did not dare lag behind and hurried after them.
But the instant she neared the mountains and saw Qingshui Zhenren lying in a pool of blood, her face drained of color. She instinctively covered her mouth with one hand.
Master... is really dead. She was incomparably shocked, her mind utterly blank, unable to believe this outcome.
It was not that she shared any particularly deep bond with Qingshui Zhenren. Rather, she knew that from now on, there might be no one left to shelter her, and her days of cultivation at Shu Mountain would only grow harder.
"Bastard! They even dug