Du Yu vaulted out of the alley, thinking over what had just happened as he walked back.
He kept feeling that something was off, but he could never quite put his finger on it.
What exactly was off?
The Shame and Guilt Brothers?
The monk Wazhang?
The Sage?
"The Sage... the Seven Outstanding Disciples of the Sage..." Du Yu muttered to himself. "So there are seven assassins this powerful? Looks like I'll have to be extremely careful from now on, whether I'm in a legend or going about my everyday life..."
Before long, Du Yu had returned to the scene of the street battle.
An Lushan was dead, and Wild Mountain had been outnumbered from the start, making their defeat inevitable.
The Cowherd and Weaver Girl's fighting strength was not to be underestimated. With Zhi Er, Chaotic Child, and Red Ghost supporting them, the balance of power in Inner Yellow Springs, which had held steady for over three hundred years, had shifted.
"Holy shit... they're already mopping up?"
As Wild Mountain's forces suffered defeat after defeat, many had already given up resisting.
"Du Yu, you're back?" Weaver Girl looked at him and asked, "Where's An Lushan?"
"Brother Yu!" Cowherd turned and called out as well.
"Don't worry. An Lushan's dead." Du Yu waved the glass bottles in his hand. "I recovered quite a few soul fragments from him."
Cowherd hurried over to check. Sure enough, each one contained a lively soul fragment.
"Brother Yu, An Lushan really is dead?" Cowherd asked incredulously. "Your Divine Ability can actually kill An Lushan?"
"Uh..." Du Yu scratched his head. "It's a long story, but he really is dead. His body's still in that alley. Send someone to check... and help me find the owners of these soul fragments."
Du Yu pushed several bottles