Hun Changqing entered the city and walked along its streets. His distinctive appearance caused another stir among those around him, drawing both admiration and fear. His name had already spread far and wide across the Ancient Battlefield.
After all, a Three-Seal Heavenly Symbol Master was equivalent to a cultivator of the three-yuan nirvana realm. Given the unique abilities of Talisman Masters, they could even rival those of the four-yuan nirvana realm. An expert like that unquestionably ranked among the strongest in the entire Ancient Battlefield.
Yet even such a figure had died at Hun Changqing's hands. Many had witnessed how that Three-Seal Heavenly Symbol Master had been utterly powerless against him, casually killed without even a place to bury his remains.
Just how powerful Hun Changqing truly was defied imagination.
Hun Changqing ignored those unusual looks and headed straight toward the nearest powerful spiritual force he had sensed.
Meanwhile, several figures in the crowd watched his departing back, a peculiar gleam flashing through their eyes. Then their silhouettes flickered, and they vanished.
"Bang! Bang!"
At that moment, violent collisions of energy rang out from an ancient building within the city, attracting considerable attention. People flocked over and stopped outside to watch.
A short while later, the noise subsided, and a slender figure slowly emerged through the building's doors.
At the sight of that figure, understanding flashed through many onlookers' eyes.
"So it's the Blood Slaughter Talisman. Does that mean a Talisman Master lived here? I wonder who was unlucky enough to catch his eye?"
"I think it was Ming Yuan from the Great Stele Dynasty. He seemed to be a Two-Seal Heavenly Symbol Master..."
"Tsk, tsk. A Two-Seal Heavenly Symbol Master with a limitless future ahead of him, dead just like that. What a shame!"
"How cruel. I heard