Seeing Off the Three Mountains Sect

The wind fanned the flames. In the blink of an eye, the fires throughout the Wu Residence suddenly surged, thick smoke billowing skyward.

Clearly, someone had set the fire.

Wu Fan watched the "masked man" drag his mangled body away at astonishing speed, vaulting over the wall in just a few movements.

He could only stamp his foot and call for everyone to put out the fire first.

Meanwhile, Sun Qianchuan slipped into the alleyways, twisting and turning through them. After running for who knew how long, he finally collapsed into a dark alley.

Under the moonlight, Sun Qianchuan's body seemed to have shriveled considerably at some point.

Tentacles constantly wriggled beneath his skin and flesh, occasionally drilling out through the bloody meat. Yet because he had consumed too much of his vital blood, the tentacles were no longer particularly active.

"Why?! I'm clearly already this strong, yet I still couldn't beat Wu Fan."

"It must be that my vital blood isn't strong enough... it must be that my vital blood isn't strong enough... I need to absorb more vital blood!"

Perhaps awakened by the commotion in the alley, candlelight lit up within the ruined courtyard beside it.

Feeling waves of weakness wash through his body, Sun Qianchuan immediately dragged his heavy body toward that household.

But just then, he suddenly heard a faint sound behind him.

His heart jolted, and he immediately turned his head.

The next instant, a sharp glint flashed across his neck, and the entire world began to spin.

"You actually ran this far."

The man stood with his blade sheathed. Moonlight illuminated his cold, stern face—it was Wei Luo, the one who had set a great fire in the Wu Family's residence.

Sun Qianchuan's head lay on the ground, his eyes wide with utter incomprehension.