"Boom!"
White Wolf surged forward, slamming her enormous paw down. Guo Li's upper body, which had not yet entirely lost its vitality, was smashed into the ground.
When her paw lifted, a deep crater roughly a zhang across had appeared in the ground, its interior a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
By now, Guo Li could not have been more thoroughly dead. In the end, he was merely an ordinary middle Earth Rank expert who had not even reached seven turns, nor had he ever displayed any special trump card to rely on. With injuries that required a life essence Dao Fruit of at least Flesh Regeneration to recover from, he had absolutely no chance of surviving.
Only after this was done did White Wolf's phantom turn her head. The surrounding air hummed and vibrated, forming Fang Qianyuan's voice. "I'll leave the rest to you."
"Rest assured, Grand Commander. We will take care of matters here!" Zhao Qing said with a bow.
White Wolf's phantom nodded, her body gradually dispersing like smoke. A wisp of spiritual intent carrying golden light condensed into a bead of blood and slowly descended.
With a sweep of his hand, Zhao Qing took an exquisite Crystal Bottle from his pouch, carefully caught the golden bead of blood, then screwed on the cap and put it away.
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Dao Alliance Disciplinary Officer who had accompanied him also approached, bending down to collect Guo Li's belongings scattered nearby.
Several hours later, in the Wen family's Medicinal Garden.
"Who's there?"
The Guards protecting the Medicinal Garden noticed a disturbance and shouted loudly.
Yet when they arrived, they found only a Wooden Box in the courtyard.
"Someone threw this in? Men, send a squad after them and see if you can find any clues!" the Guard