Just as Qin Ming killed Jiang Yuan.
The true disciples of the Blood Refinement Demon Sect hidden throughout the Great Li and Great Zhou Cultivation Worlds were all struck with horror.
They pulled out the Demon Mark Blood Tablets on their persons and discovered in alarm that the soul imprint representing the Demon Sect's Holy Son at the very top of the tablets had vanished.
What that meant went without saying.
"The Holy Son has met with disaster. He has already fallen!"
"How is that possible?!"
"With Senior Brother Jiang's cultivation strength, could he have encountered an exceptionally powerful Nascent Soul True Lord?"
"It's over. With the Holy Son dead, the ancestors will surely punish us."
"What about Senior Sister Lan Bing? Wasn't she with Senior Brother Jiang?"
"Right, right, right! I also received word that the two senior brother and sister had likely infiltrated Great Jin to hunt down Cold Crow Reverend."
"Could Cold Crow Reverend have launched a desperate counterattack before his death?"
"Alas! This is bad. Who would have thought something so grave would happen!"
Within the Yin Demon Sect of the Great Li Dynasty.
Lan Bing, dressed in a black gauze gown, held the Demon Mark Blood Tablet in her delicate hand. Her narrow eyes flickered incessantly.
Several disciples of the Blood Refinement Demon Sect stood respectfully below her.
"Senior Sister Lan, after Senior Brother Chou and Disciple Meng, Senior Brother Jiang has fallen as well. What should we do?"
"If too many are killed or wounded, it will affect our trial results."
These true disciples of the Blood Refinement Demon Sect had never expected that they would enjoy smooth sailing in the Great Li and Great Zhou Cultivation Worlds, plundering treasures from the lower realms, blood-sacrificing cultivators' living souls, blood, and flesh, while their