The two left amidst laughter and chatter, while not far behind them lay the devastated Holy Spirit Pavilion stronghold.
"Damn it, who destroyed the Wuxiang Pavilion's stronghold!"
Inside the abandoned factory, a group of people stood where the alloy box had once been.
“They deserve to die for their incompetence, but what should we do if the sacred blood is lost!” The young man in ancient attire leading the group frowned deeply. In his eyes, the death of people was a minor matter, but the loss of things was unforgivable.
"The Holy Blood is bound by a forbidden stone, which no one before the Void Spirit Realm can open on their own. The person who snatched the Holy Blood will definitely appear at tomorrow's auction!"
The speaker was a woman. If Jiang Yuan saw her, he would definitely recognize her. She was Bu Yao, whom he had met once before in the Holy Spirit Bloodline Space. She was known as the Holy Maiden of the Blue Hidden Divine Mountain!
"But the other party was able to kill the Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion who had unsealed his strength, so his strength must be no less than yours or mine! Is it still necessary for us to get involved in this mess?" the young man in ancient costume asked hesitantly.
"The wound on the Pavilion Master of Wuxiang Pavilion went through from behind, indicating that he was ambushed by a top-tier assassin and unleashed a final, vengeful attack before his death. Judging from the fighting marks on the ground, the opponent's destructive power wasn't great; they were likely only at the eighth rank! As for how they were able to kill two Pavilion Masters of Wuxiang Pavilion and more than twenty pseudo-Holy Spirits, besides having top-tier assassins, they also had an incredibly well-coordinated team!" Bu Yao said calmly.
"You mean, those who are vying for the Holy Blood aren't very strong?" the young man in ancient costume asked.
"It's very likely that they're from the Southern City warlords. Only they would have such accurate intelligence and such formidable strength!" Bu Yao's eyes flashed with a cold light.
"Yes, everything depends on tomorrow's auction! If the warlords dare to buy the Holy Coffin, then it must be their doing!" The young man in ancient costume nodded.
"This trip is getting more and more interesting!"
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