Qian Renxue's Rebellion Has Nothing to Do with Qian Sha Yu, Right?

The sound of wind being torn apart split the night in rapid succession.

A gale swept through, and the crisp crack of shoes crushing dead branches was especially piercing in the clearing.

Five figures descended from midair, their toes landing steadily atop the treetops.

Each wore a ferocious expression, Soul Power surging violently around them as they followed the blood trail all the way here in pursuit of the Sky Azure Bull Python.

They only needed to land and close the net.

But when Ghost Leopard Douluo, charging at the front, clearly saw the scene at the edge of the giant pit, his expression froze completely.

Even his breathing stalled for a beat.

"Y-Young Master?"

Ghost Leopard Douluo's voice had gone terribly off-key, his tongue completely tied.

Demon Bear Douluo beside him followed his gaze, and his pupils contracted sharply.

First, he looked at the Titan Giant Ape's corpse, lying in a pool of blood and torn into pieces.

Then he looked at the red-haired woman wielding a sword in one hand, facing the Sky Azure Bull Python head-on.

A monstrous wave surged through his heart.

How was this possible?

That giant ape had died here?

And judging by those horrifying fatal wounds, it had died at Qian Renxue's hands?!

What made the scalps of the four Spirit Hall elders go numb even more was the aura leaking from "Qian Renxue" at that moment.

Black and crimson energies churned together.

Utterly cold.

Utterly violent.

Just standing there, the bloodthirsty killing intent spilling from him was like a bottomless storm of blood and gore.

It pressed the surrounding air into unbearable thickness, tightening their throats.

That soul-deep sensation of terror was far too familiar!

The horrific massacre outside Spirit City not long ago replayed in their minds with startling clarity.

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