"What happened? Where is everyone? Weren't they supposed to call for help? Why hasn't anyone shown up?" A Guiyuan Sect elder swept his gaze around and found not a single person in sight.
That was only to be expected. Xia Ping had already destroyed every trace of Liu Long and the others, reducing them to ashes. Finding their corpses was impossible.
"They must all be dead."
Another white-haired elder wore a grave expression. He had received his disciple's distress signal and rushed over at once, never imagining that even so, he would arrive too late.
"All dead? How is that possible? This is Guiyuan Sect territory, and Zhao Hai is a True Fire Realm cultivator. Who could kill him so easily?" one elder asked with a frown.
"If I'm not mistaken, the killer's name is Wu Taidou."
A black-robed elder spoke up.
"What? How do you know? Has your divination reached such a miraculous level that you can calculate everything under heaven?" Quite a few elders were startled.
"No. There's a stone over there with the killer's name written on it."
The black-robed elder pointed expressionlessly at a rock in the distance.
The elders immediately looked over. Sure enough, a rock stood on the ground, carved with numerous characters from the universe. Faint traces of flames still lingered on it.
"That bastard killed Guiyuan Sect disciples and still dared to leave his name behind? He's got some nerve! Does he think our Guiyuan Sect can't deal with him?!" With a resounding thud, one elder, furious beyond measure, smashed a waist-high boulder beside him with a single palm strike. The ground shuddered, and a shocking crack split the earth.
"Look at what that bastard wrote. 'Killing Guiyuan Sect disciples is a service to the people. I hope the Guiyuan Sect learns