The Cold-Blooded Tian Xingzi

Even with the strength of his Divine Sense, he had only sensed the faintest fluctuations. Presumably, aside from the Grand Elder and the sect master, no one else in the valley could have detected them, let alone enemies outside the grand formation.

When Li Yan tried to sense them more carefully afterward, the auras of those cultivators had already vanished completely.

Among those cultivators' auras were several people Li Yan recognized, including Feng Tao and several others whom Li Yan had deliberately taken note of before.

"These people disappeared far too quickly. Could they have used a teleportation array? A teleportation array..."

What Li Yan had failed to understand before now suddenly became a little clearer. He immediately thought of teleportation arrays, as well as how the Hundred Dao Heavenly Treasure Pavilion in Mingdu City had quietly used teleportation arrays to transfer important items.

"Were these people teleported away? Were they carrying out some mission, or fleeing?" ??

Li Yan fell into deep thought for a time...

Less than half an hour later, inside a secret chamber in the courtyard deep within the valley that Li Yan had once visited, the light dimmed. After a figure staggered, a red-clad silhouette flashed into existence.

Tian Xingzi's youthful face slowly solidified. At that moment, his face was as pale as gold paper, and his body, once as steady as a boulder, swayed continuously. Many parts of his red robe were an eye-searing crimson.

His left arm had been severed at the shoulder. There was a bloody, mangled hole in his chest and abdomen, with his Dantian Purple Mansion only a few inches below it.

A great quantity of blood churned within the bloody hole as though it were about to gush out, yet not a single drop spilled. He had forcibly sealed