Some time after Li Changfeng and the others left, a group of people arrived in the blood-soaked forest. Their faces darkened when they saw the mangled corpses scattered across the ground.
"A team of fifty, and not a single one escaped. They even died so gruesomely. It seems they encountered an exceptionally powerful expert!"
At that moment, a grave-faced middle-aged man crouched down and ran his fingers across the bloody remains. A sharp strand of sword qi suddenly sliced his finger, making his expression grow even more solemn.
"It seems the killer was a master swordsman! This sword qi has lingered for some time and still possesses such power. The culprit likely comprehended sword intent! Furthermore, their cultivation is at least at the Grandmaster level, perhaps even higher!"
Everyone's pupils contracted. "Grandmaster-level strength?! You're not joking, are you, Qingyangzi? If a Grandmaster had entered these mountains, our disciples should have records of it. Yet no one of that strength has arrived here recently!"
Qingyangzi sneered. "What if they entered with ulterior motives and concealed their identities? Do you think your people would be able to tell? I have to say, you really are naïve, Yan Qing!"
Yan Qing's face darkened. "Hmph! I simply failed to consider it for the moment. I don't need you to point it out!"
Qingyangzi wore a mocking expression. "It seems the spoiled young masters raised by your Yan family really are worthless! They do not even understand such a simple matter."
"I truly wonder how people like you survive outside. I heard that some of your Yan family's juniors were killed outside not long ago, and even the elders sent to assist them were slain. Now, I think I understand what happened!"
Yan Qing immediately flew into a rage. Those words had deeply stabbed at