The Fall of the Filthy Blood Sect

After piecing together all the karmic ties of Fu Yi's past and present life, Duan Rong could not help but feel a trace of sympathy for his plight.

This man could be said to have possessed true temperament. For the sake of a woman, he had not hesitated to betray his sect and become enemies with Old Ancestor Lü Yinlin. Unfortunately, now that Lü Yinlin had captured and brought him back to the sect, his prospects were likely grim.

Duan Rong leaped down from the stone platform and slowly walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave, daylight had already fully broken.

Things here had been settled. Standing at the bottom of the valley, he glanced at the sky above it, then turned into a Black Ray and shot out of the valley, heading southeast.

Like a meteor streaking through the heavens, he raced through the high sky, crossing counties and prefectures in the blink of an eye.

Along the way, Duan Rong had continually calculated his route. Through the clouds, he faintly made out the cities below. With a thought, his divine sense plunged downward.

A sweep of his divine sense confirmed that the city below was Quyang County.

After fixing the direction, he shot toward the deep mountains more than ten li east of the city.

High in the air, Duan Rong extended his divine sense downward, covering the surrounding mountains and lands.

Before long, he discovered a group of people lying in ambush among rocks and forest shadows throughout the outskirts of the Mountain Hollow.

With a thought from Duan Rong, his enveloping divine sense suddenly became exceedingly refined, taking in every person's expression and build. He smiled unconsciously, and his figure abruptly vanished. The next moment, he appeared in the shadow of a huge boulder.

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