"Prince!"
Several fortunate survivors from the Sun King Mansion flew over, all wounded, faces pale.
"What are the casualties?"
Tang Muzhi asked in a deep voice.
"Reporting to the Prince, more than half of the Sect Realm experts in the mansion have fallen, as for the Southern Prince Mansion..."
An elder’s voice trembled.
"Almost the entire army was wiped out."
Tang Muzhi’s eyes held a complex expression, then he said coldly.
"Follow me to the Southern Prince Mansion to take a look."
When he arrived above the ruins of the Southern Prince Mansion, he saw a Sect Realm expert, covered in blood, kneeling on the ground, holding a torn flag... the symbol of the Southern Prince Mansion.
"What happened?"
Tang Muzhi landed in front of the man, his voice icy.
The man raised his head, eyes filled with hatred and despair.
"Foster father... foster father was schemed against by Qin Tian!"
"Qin Tian?"
Tang Muzhi’s pupils contracted.
"That kid who returned from the Southern Border?"
"It’s him!"
The man gritted his teeth.
"Foster father had already driven him to the brink of desperation, but somehow Qin Tian used some method that caused the spiritual power within foster father’s body to go out of control..."
Tang Muzhi’s heart surged with towering waves of shock.
Qin Tian, this young man he had never paid attention to, could actually scheme against and cause the death of Nangong Tiance, an Earth King Realm master?
"Explain in detail!"
Tang Muzhi’s voice was low, but he was already beginning to reassess the situation.
The death of Nangong Tiance would surely throw the borders of the two regions into chaos, and he needed to gather more information quickly.
As Sun City descended into turmoil, at the edge of the Great Wilderness City, a thousand miles away, an ancient transmission array suddenly lit up with a dazzling light.
"Buzz..."
Amidst the spatial fluctuations, a slender figure gradually emerged.
The martial artists guarding the transmission array immediately became alert, hands on weapons, staring vigilantly at the newcomer.
As the light dispersed, it revealed a young yet weathered face.
The man appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, wearing azure clothing, with an ancient jade pendant hanging at his waist, inscribed with the word "Linlang."
"Who goes there?"
The leading martial artist guarding the array asked in a firm voice, though his eyes showed apprehension... anyone capable of using such a long-distance transmission array was no ordinary person.
"Linyin Pavilion of the Great Wilderness City, Third Pavilion Master Gu Sheng."
The man’s voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority.
Upon hearing his words, the faces of the guarding martial artists changed drastically, and they immediately knelt on one knee.
"Greetings, Third Pavilion Master!"
Gu Sheng gave a slight nod.
"Activate the array, send me to the Underground City of the Great Wilderness."
"Yes!"
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