"Rumble...!"
On the mountaintop, an earth-shaking boom erupted.
"Aah!"
A shrill scream followed.
"Bang!"
With a thunderous explosion, everything came to an abrupt halt.
At that moment, Gu Chenfeng stood holding the Mountain-Splitting Axe, looking at the enormous crater before him, over a hundred feet long and several dozen feet deep, cleaved open by his battle axe.
And at the bottom of the crater lay the black-clad man, already split in two, a mangled mass of flesh and blood.
His gaze was icy.
He had originally intended to capture the man's Primordial Spirit and subject him to brutal interrogation.
But just like the previous killer from the Peerless Abyss Pavilion, the man's Primordial Spirit had exploded outright, destroying both body and soul.
He raised a hand and retrieved the man's Storage Ring. Aside from some spirit stones and pills, it contained few treasures.
Perhaps this was a habit of killers: they would not carry too many precious items when setting out on a mission.
Then a divine gleam flickered in Gu Chenfeng's eyes.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
From the distant dense forest, a group of dark figures swiftly flew over, soon appearing beside Gu Chenfeng.
These were precisely the Spirit Puppets Gu Chenfeng had secretly released before landing on this mountain peak.
There were a full seven True Saint puppets and more than twenty Sub-Saint puppets.
He had more than doubled the number of high-level Spirit Puppets he had obtained from Mo Qianji.
These new high-level Spirit Puppets had all been refined by Gu Chenfeng over the past four years, at the cost of considerable mental effort and vast resources.
Besides these, he had also refined a large number of low-level support puppets along the way.
Although even a True Saint-level Spirit Puppet amounted to little to Gu Chenfeng in terms