Upon hearing this, Qiu Yong knew that Li Huayi, the dean of Tiansu Immortal Academy, was implying that he was fanning the flames, so he just snorted coldly.

Everyone's mood was even more complicated, and they were reluctant to leave because they all wanted to know what would happen next. Would that mysterious force make a comeback and overthrow Tianshu Immortal Academy once again?

What they still care about is the origins of Yun Zheng and the others.

While everyone was still watching, the injured disciples of Tianshu Immortal Academy were all treated and were temporarily out of danger.

Lian Pihou's injuries were stabilized by Yun Zheng. She and Feng Xinglan carried him into a newly built small house and placed him on the couch.

…

On the other side, Tianze Shenzhou.

In a hidden family place somewhere, a middle-aged man with a broken arm, covered in blood, was teleported back and crashed in front of the door of a luxurious and huge mansion.

A loud 'bang'?

The guards outside the mansion immediately became alert, drew their swords and pointed them at the bloody man, demanding in a deep voice, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into Wanqi Mansion?"

The voice was so majestic and deep that it made people's ears numb.

“…It’s…it’s…me…” The bloody man lying on the ground spoke weakly, his fingers curled slightly, and he tried to raise his head so that the guards could see who he was!

But before he could raise his head, the captain of the guards pressed his head back to the ground with a muffled 'bang' sound.

The middle-aged man's head was hit and he felt dizzy. He gritted his teeth and hated the captain of the guard from then on.

The captain of the guards raised his chin slightly, "Let's go and see who he is! Who on earth is so bold as to throw such garbage into our Wanqi Mansion?"

The middle-aged man couldn't move, but the anger in his eyes seemed to be bursting out.

Okay, okay, when his injuries heal, I’ll be the first one to skin him alive!

"Yes!" A guard immediately responded, walked over, squatted, and then roughly turned the middle-aged man's head over.

Snap——

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking from the middle-aged man's neck.

He was in so much pain that he lost his voice.

His face became more and more hideous and distorted, and his eyes were deep and fierce. This scene happened to fall into the eyes of the guard, who was so scared that he fell backwards.

"Third...Third Elder!" The guard was shocked, with a look of extreme fear in his eyes.

The captain of the guard looked down, and when his eyes met the middle-aged man's face which was almost covered with blood, his whole body trembled. The arrogance and pride on his face instantly disappeared, and he immediately leaned over in fear and trepidation, wanting to help the middle-aged man up.

"Third Elder, I have failed in my duty!"

The captain of the guard wanted to grab the middle-aged man's arm and push him up, but he didn't expect to touch the wound on his broken arm.

"ah……"

This time, the middle-aged man's face became even more distorted with pain.

He stared at the captain of the guard as if he wanted to skin him alive.

The captain of the guards was startled and stared in amazement at the middle-aged man's severed arm. When he met the middle-aged man's gaze again, he was so frightened that he wanted to cry but had no tears. He apologized tremblingly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault! I voluntarily go to the punishment hall to receive my punishment!"

"Send the Third Elder back quickly!"

Immediately, the captain of the guard looked at the other guards and shouted anxiously.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

The guards quickly complied.

The middle-aged man was Wanqi Shan, the third elder of the Wanqi family.

The news that he was seriously injured and defeated, and that fifty powerful gods were killed, quickly spread throughout the Wanqi family.

The third elder, Wanqi Shan, was rescued by many doctors in the clan. Although he survived, he lost an arm and his cultivation level dropped by two levels. Moreover, he could not use spiritual power for two months, otherwise his injuries would worsen.

Before Wanqi Shan had a chance to recuperate, he was carried to the lobby of Wanqi Mansion on a stretcher by several guards.

Wanqi Shan was lying on a stretcher, his whole body almost completely wrapped in gauze. He was feeling uneasy at the moment.

Because he failed in his mission!

The Lord will definitely not forgive him!

As soon as they entered the hall, the elders, seniors and geniuses of the clan gathered together, and all kinds of eyes fell on Wanqi Shan.

Wanqi Shan, lying on a stretcher, was sent to the center of the lobby.

Wanqi Shan didn't dare lie down. He forced himself to sit up, then rolled and crawled to his knees. The wound had burst open, and the white gauze was stained red. He said in a panic:

"My Lord, it's my fault for not doing my job well! Please listen to my explanation first!"

"Speak." A hoarse and magnetic male voice came, and no emotion could be heard.

Wanqi Shan spoke very quickly, "All of this is because of Tianshu Immortal Academy's Senior Sister Yun Zheng. I never thought she could reach the seventh level of the Heavenly God Realm!"

"Tsk." A middle-aged woman in a high position sneered, took a sip of tea, and said contemptuously: "He is only at the seventh level of the Heavenly God Realm. No matter how strong he is, he is just one person."

Wanqi Shan was confronted and shouted in frustration, "That Yun Zheng is no ordinary person! Her bone age is not even twenty-five yet she has already broken through to the seventh level of the Heavenly God Realm. She has also contracted with a large number of powerful beast tribes! She is ten times more powerful than Wen Yuke was back then!"

He also wanted to say that Yun Zheng was not a human being at all, but a monster!

When the name 'Wen Yuke' was mentioned, the atmosphere in the entire lobby instantly became depressing. The most terrifying thing was the master in front!

Wanqi Shan realized what he had said and his face turned pale with fright.

The magnetic voice suddenly had a hint of laughter, "Ten times more powerful than Wen Yuke?"

Wanqi Shan looked up in fear and trepidation, only to see a young man sitting in the main seat. He was wearing an embroidered white robe, with distinct and three-dimensional facial features, and a bit of aggressiveness. When he smiled, fine lines appeared at the corners of his eyes. He looked intimidating without being angry, and looked to be about thirty years old.

Wanqi Shan's lips trembled a few times.

“Yes…yes.”

The man smiled and sighed, "Wen Yuke, she is such a good woman. It's a pity that the person she likes is not me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent.

Everyone tensed up and lowered their heads slightly, as if they didn't dare to listen any further.

The man looked up at them and asked, "Do you know who she likes?"

The hall was silent, no one dared to speak.

The man's smile gradually faded, and his eyes were filled with indifference. Wen Yuke's every smile and frown, her posture when practicing sword emerged in his mind. The picture of her was always so beautiful.

Except for the time she rejected herself.

Wen Yuke was so cruel. How could she refuse him?

He loves her so deeply, how can he be inferior to that man?

The man's eyes darkened a little, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered in his heart. The person Wen Yuke liked back then was Fu Qianjue, who had already been promoted to a god!

And he is the culprit who killed both of them!