Chronicles of the Black-Corner Region: White Old Devil's Bloody Purge of the Blood Sect, a Shocking Urban Legend

Han Feng stepped forward slowly, his brows tightly knitted, and lowered his head to examine the horrifying wounds on Fan Lao's corpse.

Especially those burns that reached deep enough to expose bone, with even the blood burned into nothingness.

"Heavenly flames?"

A flicker of greed flashed through Han Feng's eyes, but he immediately shook his head. "No, not heavenly flames. But their ferocity was no weaker than that of genuine heavenly flames!"

"Still, even if the enemy possessed a strange flame that countered the Blood Sect's cultivation methods, there was no way they could have killed a Dou Huang expert single-handedly in such a short time."

Yuan Yi stepped forward, pointed at several other fatal wounds on the corpse, and analyzed them:

"Besides the extensive burns, this corpse also has charred wounds left by fierce lightning strikes, along with these... metal-attribute cuts, with smooth edges and traces of an incomparably sharp aura."

Yuan Yi raised his head and looked at the other two. "Lightning, fierce flames, sharp blades. Could three people have attacked together?"

Han Feng nodded slightly and mused, "That's the only explanation. If three Dou Huang experts with seamless coordination joined forces to ambush him, Fan Lao's death was hardly unjustified."

"But..." Han Feng swept his sinister gaze around them. "Where did these three Dou Emperors come from? When did formidable outsiders of this caliber slip into the Black-Corner Region without a sound?"

Beside them, Su Mei covered her mouth and chuckled. Every smile and movement exuded a deadly allure, yet her eyes were astonishingly cold. "I'm more curious about why that old bastard Fan Lao came here in the middle of the night. And why he fought someone to the death."

At those words, Yuan Yi's eyelid twitched, and a thought instantly flashed through his mind.