great power?"

"Swish."

A sudden sound of breaking wind sounded.

A series of nine first-class marquises rushed over from all directions and appeared around Young Master Lingquan. They were all checking the traces on the ground, looking for clues.

"Marquis Feng Xing was burned to death by the Divine Fire of Purification. In addition, there are a large number of corpses of Marquis Rakshasa underground, all of which were drained of holy power and blood."

"Could it be that some powerful figure in the Seven Realms of Shatuo broke through to the realm of the Holy King and killed Feng Xinghou?"

"Among the Seven Realms of Shatuo, there are only a handful of people who can control the Divine Fire of Purification. The divine envoy from the Guanghan Realm is one of them."

…

The nine first-class marquises were all geniuses among geniuses and strong among strong. They found a lot of traces, made various analyses, and even guessed who Zhang Ruochen was.

Young Master Lingquan's eyes were cold as he stared at a beautiful Rakshasa girl and said, "Marquis Xianjing, can you track the direction in which he escaped?"

Marquis Xianjing frowned, shook his head, and said: "That person should be carrying a treasure that conceals his aura and secrets. Even if I use the divine calculations of heaven, I can't trace him."

"Your mental power has reached the level of a holy king, but you can't even track him. It seems that you can only wait for him to show up on his own initiative."

Young Master Ling Quan clenched his fists tightly, and he had a vague hunch that the person who killed Feng Xinghou was probably the divine envoy of Guanghan Realm.

"Let's go and capture the Confucian and Taoist monk first. This time, I will personally take action to see where she can escape."
Chapter completed!