Over the past month, the Misty Sect's branch halls, outposts, and even escort agencies across the land had been uprooted one after another by an unknown force. Many elite disciples had vanished without a trace, forcing Great Gang Leader Ou to slowly draw his forces back around Pingyang City. Yet the Divine Mechanism Hall disciples sent out to gather intelligence either never returned or learned nothing at all. Left with no choice, Ou Peng dispatched Shangguan Fengliu, Fourth Brother of the Misty Six Tigers, and Xu Peihua, Sixth Brother, along with a group of elite disciples, to personally investigate the cause.
Such a crisis hung above his head like a sharp sword. How could it not trouble Ou Peng?
And who was the mastermind behind this entire farce? That question had long gnawed at Ou Peng. His frustration was like an unbearable itch—he knew exactly where it itched, yet could not reach out to scratch it. Even scratching his ears and rubbing his cheeks did no good.
Suddenly, a thought surfaced in Ou Peng's mind. "Could it be the Heavenly Dragon Divine Cult?!"
"Could it be that after Zhang Xiaohua was captured by the Heavenly Dragon Sect, he confessed everything under torture? No, why would they even need torture? He is merely a country boy. The Heavenly Dragon Sect has countless ways to make him talk."
"Did Zhang Xiaohua spill everything about his Big Dipper Divine Fist? The Heavenly Dragon Sect is an ancient great sect with a legacy comparable to the Misty Sect. What I can discern, Di Shitian of the Heavenly Dragon Sect must surely see clearly as well. Could the Heavenly Dragon Sect have suddenly attacked the Misty Sect in order to conceal the revival of the Immortal Dao, or to get ahead of us?"
"Alas, I