"Bring the Thousand Mile Two-Headed Hound to me." Mu Honglai's body was imposing, broad-shouldered and bear-waisted, his gaze blazing like torches. Every strand of his hair seemed to flow with flames as his fury reached its peak.
A Demon Sect martial artist led over a massive black hound with two heads, tugging its iron chain as he approached the two boxes containing human heads.
Although the Thousand Mile Two-Headed Hound was only a First Grade Mystic Beast, its sense of smell was extraordinarily keen. Once it caught a scent, even if the murderer were a thousand miles away, it could track them down.
The Thousand Mile Two-Headed Hound sniffed the two bloody heads, and vicious cold light flashed in its eyes.
It had already caught the murderer's scent!
Mu Honglai unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar. A soul shadow flew from within him, like a soul leaving its body, communicating with the Thousand Mile Two-Headed Hound through his martial soul.
Those whose cultivation had reached the level of Martial Venerable could communicate with mystic beasts through their Martial Soul Avatars. Only Martial Venerables could accomplish such a thing.
Mu Honglai's face darkened. He gave a cold laugh. "Lead the way! Today is this old man's eightieth birthday. If there is no bloodshed, where would the festive spirit be?"
Anyone could hear the killing intent in those words! To lose such face before martial artists from all under heaven—if he did not find Ning Xiaochuan today and grind his bones to ashes, Mu Honglai's prestige would be utterly ruined.
In the Demon Sect, if one did not possess sufficient prestige and ruthless methods, no one would submit to them, much less allow them to become the new Path Master.
Therefore, this was something Mu Honglai could not tolerate.
The Thousand Mile Two-Headed