Purpose

Zhuo Lin had no time to catch his breath. He raised his sword and gave chase, and the other Martial Exam Students rushed after him. Deng Qing went with them.

Deng Qing was only there to make up the numbers.

When he realized the danger of being mistaken for someone else had passed for now, his taut nerves had begun to relax.

But now that the Blue-Robed Guest's identity had come to light, a fresh cloud of doubt settled over him.

Blood Butcher Xiong Zhen was a name everyone knew.

During the battle at the Mountain God Temple, Deng Qing had followed County Lieutenant Su Bing with his colleagues from Celebration Hall to wipe out the remnants of the Donghuang Cult. The force they had fought was led by Blood Butcher Xiong Zhen.

Zhou Fei, whom Deng Qing and Li Cheng had killed together, was Blood Butcher Xiong Zhen's disciple.

Back then, Zhou Fei had swallowed a Blood-Burning Pill. His strength had surged, and he had nearly turned the tables and killed Li Cheng and Deng Qing.

In the end, his wounds had been too severe, and the fierce medicine had taken its toll. He had died at the bottom of Nameless Ravine.

Afterward, Li Cheng had taken Zhou Fei's head to claim credit from the authorities.

Deng Qing had kept the gold and other belongings left on Zhou Fei.

Now Xiong Zhen had set his sights on Li Cheng. Was he seeking revenge for his beloved disciple Zhou Fei?

After all, Li Cheng had claimed credit with Zhou Fei's head. That could hardly be a secret.

The more Deng Qing thought about it, the more it seemed to be the only explanation.

As his thoughts raced, the sharp clash of weapons rang out ahead, followed by angry roars and