The branch altar of the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect in Zhenbei City had been reduced to ashes. The majestic gate seemed to have been swept by the razor-sharp Inner Qi of a martial artist, slashed into pieces that fell to the ground, creating a sense of desolation and disarray.
In the Martial World, martial prowess reigns supreme.
With a weapon in hand, the urge to kill arises. Challenges and visits to pay respects to various sects are common occurrences, but it was extremely rare for such a large branch that spanned several states to be trampled so thoroughly.
What did Li Guanyi have to do with the destruction of this place?
Siming frowned as he looked at the vast expanse of ashes. He bent down to rub a handful of ash between his fingers and grimaced, "Qilin Fire, Green Fire Powder commonly used by magicians and Taoists—this kid's techniques are quite mixed."
Sword Madman appeared calm and composed, saying lightly, "The Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect?"
