Hongmeng Heavenly Book

Everyone stared in disbelief at the scene before them, swallowing hard and their faces filled with shock.

That guy actually killed the daughter of the third master of the Ye family.

You should know that the third master of the Ye family dotes on his precious daughter to the core.

If he finds out about this, given his violent temper, he will surely tear the boy to pieces, no matter who he is.

Gu Changsheng remained calm, completely unconcerned about the gazes directed at him.

He activated the Divine Demon Creation Technique, devouring all the essence and blood of the group, then casually took their storage rings before turning and leaving.

No one dared to stop them.

After Gu Changsheng's figure completely disappeared from the ruins, the group exchanged glances and said in solemn tones.

"Who exactly is he?"

"How dare you kill Ye Hui like that?"

"I've never seen anything like it before..."

"Don't you recognize me?"

Seeing that everyone was shaking their heads, some people's expressions changed drastically.

They knew all too well that this was going to blow up.

That's the Ye family of Lingxiao City.

Many people looked extremely somber.

"Let's leave here first."

"If we stay any longer, and the Ye family investigates, we'll probably be implicated."

"If we are blamed for failing to rescue Ye Hui... given the Ye family's status and style in the Eastern Region, we will have no chance of survival."

"That's right."

Some people showed signs of panic and hurriedly scattered in all directions.

But a few people remained where they were, their eyes darting around, seemingly plotting something.

……

About half an hour later.

Several figures reappeared in the ruins.

"Huihui—!"

A hoarse yet painful roar suddenly rang out, followed by a burly figure falling from the sky, his face contorted in a ferocious expression and his eyes bloodshot.

This person bears a striking resemblance to Ye Hui, about 70%.

It was Ye Lang, the third master of the Ye family.

"Who...who dares to kill my daughter, Ye Lang!" His voice was shrill, and his killing intent was almost tangible.

The Ye family members who were traveling with them also had ashen faces, their eyes filled with a chilling coldness as they looked at the corpses of Ye Hui and several guards on the ground.

This is no longer an ordinary conflict, but a blatant provocation against the Ye family.

"Third Master, I know who did it." A slightly timid voice came from not far away.

Ye Lang suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashing with ferocity: "Speak!"

Several monks who had not left cautiously approached.

Ye Lang stared at them, his tone chillingly cold: "You saw it with your own eyes?"

"Yes, yes, Third Master Ye."

A man in black answered reluctantly.

"Explain yourself." Ye Lang gritted his teeth, not only wanting to know who the murderer was, but also to find out the cause and effect.

He originally brought his daughter here to seek an opportunity, but unexpectedly, she died here!

A surge of murderous intent churned within him; he was determined to find the killer and avenge his daughter.

The man in black dared not hide anything and recounted what had happened.

Upon hearing this, Ye Lang's temples bulged with veins, his face contorted like a demon, and his eyes turned bloodshot: "So, it wasn't my Ye family's enemies who deliberately targeted us?"

"How dare he! My daughter, Ye Lang, asked him for an opportunity, and he should just hand it over without hesitation!"

"How dare they resist... How dare they kill her... They deserve to die... They all deserve to die!"

The Ye family members also looked grim.

"How old is that person?" Ye Lang asked in a cold voice.

The man in black thought for a moment: "He's very young, about fifteen or sixteen years old."

He then gave a general description of Gu Changsheng's appearance.

Ye Lang nodded, then suddenly reached out and pressed his hand on the other person's head.

The man was startled: "Third Master, what's wrong...?"

Ye Lang remained expressionless: "Description can never compare to seeing it with your own eyes. Only through soul searching can you clearly see the killer's appearance."

"No, Third Master, I—" the man struggled in terror.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream rang out instantly, the man's features contorted, his eyes almost bursting out of their sockets.

Ye Lang's soul violently stormed into his sea of ​​consciousness, rampaging and searching for his memories.

The other three bystanders trembled, their faces filled with horror and fear, and a sense of regret welled up in their hearts.

If I had known this would happen, why did I stay behind to deliver the message, hoping for a possible reward? Now, without receiving the reward, I fear I will lose my life here first.

Half an hour later, the man whose soul had been searched opened his eyes wide, his breath was gone, but his eyes still held a strong sense of resentment and regret.

Ye Lang slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes chilling: "No matter who you are... you killed my daughter, I will exterminate your entire clan!"

His murderous intent was almost tangible, chilling and piercing.

"Third Master, can we leave now?" The remaining three people's voices trembled, and their legs went weak.

"When my daughter was harmed by that petty thief, you...didn't help her at all?" Ye Lang asked calmly.

His tone was calm, yet it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

The three people's hearts clenched.

"Third Master, that person is too strong. We are only at the sixth or seventh level of the Spirit Sea Realm, and we are no match for him..." the man in black explained, trembling.

Ye Lang glanced at them coldly: "Have you tried it?"

"Try...try it?" The man was stunned, fear washing over him like a tidal wave.

"If you had risked your lives to protect my daughter back then, perhaps she wouldn't have died." Ye Lang's voice suddenly turned fierce.

Swish!

The palm strike was like thunder, crashing down with a deafening roar.

The three heads exploded with a thud, splattering blood and brain matter everywhere.

"A bunch of sycophantic ants, do you really think I, Ye Lang, can't see through your little schemes?"

"Trying to gain something from my daughter's death? Dream on!"

"My daughter is dead, and you—all of you—must be buried with her!"

Ye Lang's eyes were bloodshot, his face twisted like that of a madman. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: find that little beast, tear him to pieces, and wipe out his entire family!

Beside him, a young clansman asked in a low voice, "Third Uncle, do you know who that kid is?"

Ye Lang shook his head, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, his face contorted with rage: "No matter who he is, or who's behind him... this kid must die."

……

Gu Changsheng leaves the ruins.

After finding a secluded valley and scanning the surroundings with his divine sense to confirm that no one was around, he moved his mind and his figure disappeared into the Hongmeng Tower.

The tower's interior was vast, and the enormous remains of the demonic beast still exuded a chilling aura.

The fire spirit essence he had previously devoured was still circulating within his body. At this moment, Gu Changsheng turned his gaze to the remains of the demon beast in front of him.

"Next, it's your turn."

He smiled slightly, sat down cross-legged, and the Divine Demon Creation Technique began to operate.

A powerful suction force erupted from his body, causing the skeletal remains of the demon beast before him to tremble violently, and faint, illusory roars of the ferocious beast could be heard.

A vast, ocean-like primordial power surged in, washing over Gu Changsheng's limbs and bones.

His muscles bulged slightly, and his aura rose at an astonishing speed—

boom!