His current position was inside a large hall, but the empty hall was fill of bloodstains. Many dragons had been killed inside, some even missing their horns and bones.
The bloodstains had not dried yet, which meant that the culprit had not left for long.
All of Mo Wuji’s clothing were soaked with blood, a truly frightening scene.
What cruel people. Mo Wuji sucked in a breath of cold air. He had seen revenge killings before, as he had wiped out the Lei Clan and Yan Clan, and even Mirage Mountain a few years back. But was there the need to make things to bloody and brutal? It seemed like the person that took action was a psychopath. An expert of that level, even if he wanted to wipe out the Dragon Clan, did not have to make such a scene.
Mo Wuji carefully stood up, his spiritual will circling the area, not daring to extend too far out. He was afraid that it would be detected by other experts.
