Di Tian: Me?

"Damn it! Who was it? Who the hell dared lay a hand on our Spirit Hall people?!"

Qian Jun stared at the Spirit Hall Soul Masters sprawled across the ground, his expression incomparably grim as a terrifying aura of Soul Power continuously spread outward.

He had never imagined that in the span of just a quarter of an hour, everyone from Spirit Hall would be utterly wiped out!

In a flash, he appeared beside a bloodied figure lying unconscious on the ground. He grabbed him, violently injected Soul Power into his body, and roared:

"Wake up!"

"Argh!"

After a pained cry, Jiang Mo struggled to move his eyelids. At last, he murmured, "Who was it?"

"What do you mean, who was it? Look carefully at who I am!" Ignoring Jiang Mo's injuries, Qian Jun demanded, "Tell me, who injured all of you?!"

"Hiss! Is that you, Brother?"

Opening his eyes, which had been stuck shut by blood, Jiang Mo finally saw Qian Jun's face. A sharp pain struck his mind, and the events of what had happened resurfaced. He said painfully:

"It was a dragon!"

"A dragon?"

"It was a dragon... a human... a man in black! He had no martial soul, no soul rings. His claws were dragon claws..."

"What are you talking about?"

Hearing Jiang Mo speak so incoherently, Qian Jun wanted nothing more than to slap him across the face. But seeing his younger brother's blood-covered face, he simply could not bring himself to do it.

"It was a dragon, it was a..." Before he could finish, Jiang Mo's head tilted to the side, and he passed out again.

"Damn it!"

Seeing Jiang Mo lose consciousness again, Qian Jun's forehead veins throbbed with rage. He no longer cared about the fallen Spirit Hall personnel, grabbed Jiang Mo,