The originally blue sky was already shrouded in a layer of red. It was like the red sun that was about to set, dyeing the surrounding sky into a soul-stirring red red.
However, in this red, there were countless thick smoke spiraling up. Countless people's wails resounded in the city. Collapsed tall buildings could be seen everywhere, and broken bricks and tiles could be seen everywhere.
Among them, the most damaged one was a luxurious courtyard near the back mountain of the city.
In this city, the status of this courtyard was undoubtedly important. The most luxurious and luxurious manor that gathered the wisdom and hard work of the Huo Family, Qian Mountain Sect, and even the entire Penglai Immortal Island after a few years had been completely erased from this world by a huge power.
Although the other places in the city were also seriously damaged and collapsed everywhere. However, in this manor, it was as if it had been ravaged by a monster that weighed hundreds of tons for ten days and ten nights. Not a single intact brick or tile could be found.
He Yiming hovered in mid-air, quietly looking down. Unknowingly, his fists were already tightly clenched. In his heart, there was an indescribable anger that was slowly rising.
This anger came from the bottom of his heart, causing his entire body to ripple with an extremely fierce murderous intent.
Baozhu's nose twitched a few times, and he carefully said, "It's Samoyed. There's his scent here."
White Horse Thunder Lightning glanced at it in annoyance. As long as one was not an idiot, after coming here and sensing the aura that permeated this place, one would definitely be able to know who the real culprit was.
He Yiming fell into such a state of madness because he knew who the culprit was. Baozhu added fuel to the fire here, which made He Yiming feel even more sad.
He Yiming's body moved slightly, and he already arrived at the most thoroughly destroyed ruins.
His spiritual thoughts moved quickly, and his face became more and more ashen.
Although he had a premonition, his heart still sank when he couldn't sense a living person.
When he left with the Western Divine Dragon Samoyed, the highest level figures in Qianshan City, including all the second generation members of the Huo Family, were all present. But at this moment, there was no sign of life.
Looking at the mess on the ground, He Yiming knew that it was impossible for him to find the body of the deceased in such a place.
He took a deep breath. The air was filled with the smell of sulfur and gunpowder. He almost coughed out the smell. With his current strength, he actually had such a physical reaction. This was also because the change in his heart was too great, making it impossible for him to calmly accept it.
"There are no dead people here. Or rather, there are very few dead people." 108's voice suddenly rang out.
He Yiming was slightly startled. He involuntarily turned around and asked, "Brother Bai, what did you say?"
"There are no obvious signs of a dead person in this courtyard."
"How do you know?" He Yiming's mood was immediately lifted, but he still asked in a deep voice.
"Human corpses are different from construction waste." 108 said slowly. Then, he closed his mouth. It seemed that he didn't intend to speak.
However, He Yiming was already satisfied with this answer.
What he was most worried about was undoubtedly the people of the Huo Family. If anything happened to them, it would be awkward for him to face Huo Dongcheng.
There were so many Supreme Dao powerhouses on the Penglai Immortal Island, but he still let the Western Divine Dragon go on a killing spree. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't forgive his negligence.
However, 108's words now made him put down the thing he was most worried about.
He Yiming let out a long breath. He raised his head and his gaze once again fell on the flames that soared into the sky and the black smoke that turned into ruins after the burning.
Slowly, his somewhat relaxed face tensed up again.
"Congratulations, Divine Lord …"
A voice that wasn't too loud came from below.
He Yiming's eyes turned and immediately saw a middle-aged man in an ordinary house in the distance. He raised his head and greeted him softly.
He Yiming's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw this person. He had already recognized that this person was Zhang Heti, the Xiantian powerhouse in the Qianshan Sect who was on the best terms with the Huo Family.
He Yiming's body swayed slightly as he descended from the sky. His speed was naturally extremely fast in the eyes of a Xiantian powerhouse. It seemed like Zhang Heti had already seen He Yiming in front of him. He didn't even know how He Yiming had flown down from the sky.
He shuddered when he saw He Yiming's cold eyes and hurriedly said, "Greetings, Divine Lord He."
He Yiming nodded slowly and said, "Where are the people of the Huo Family?"
Zhang Heti thought to himself that the Huo Family was really lucky. After Huo Dongcheng became Chu Haozhou's disciple, even He Yiming, who had ascended to the Divine Grade, was so concerned about the Huo Family. He Yiming didn't care about the real owner of the city, the Qianshan Sect.
Regardless of what he thought, he didn't dare to delay He Yiming's question.
"Divine Lord He, everyone in the Huo Family is safe. They had been personally ordered by the Ancestral Master to escort them ten miles away from the city before the evil dragon arrived," Zhang Heti said respectfully.
He Yiming's eyes flashed, and the sharp cold light almost made Zhang Heti stop breathing.
"Zhan Hongtu made preparations so early. Did he know that the evil dragon would come back?" He Yiming asked word by word.
At this moment, He Yiming had some doubts about Zhan Hongtu, who could predict the future.
The dragon egg came from Penglai Immortal Island. Then, was it Zhan Hongtu's masterpiece that controlled all of this behind the scenes and stole the dragon egg from the Western Divine Dragon?
Zhang Heti hurriedly said, "Divine Lord He, it was recorded in the ancient books that the Western Divine Dragon is the most vengeful race among all the divine beasts in the world. Once they become enemies, not only will they kill all the enemies who confront them, but even the enemy's hometown will suffer their strongest attack." After a pause, he continued, "So, after you lured the evil dragon away, the Ancestral Master immediately ordered everyone to withdraw from the city and not return within ten days."
He Yiming thought for a moment and finally rejected the possibility of Zhan Hongtu playing tricks behind the scenes.
It wasn't that he trusted others so easily, but Zhan Hongtu's strength was really not up to par. If even a Venerable could go to the Western World and successfully steal the dragon egg to the Eastern World. Then, He Yiming was very doubtful about how the Dragon Race could survive peacefully in the long river of time.
Zhang Heti sighed. He turned his head and looked at the miserable scene in the city. His face was filled with sadness. He said, "But unfortunately, we didn't expect that the Western Divine Dragon would return so quickly …"
Until now, Zhang Heti's face showed a hint of pain. That was true pain due to sadness. The emotions revealed from his eyes couldn't deceive the senses of a Divine Path elite warrior.
He Yiming followed his gaze and saw the mournful scene in the city. His heart began to twitch again.
"Didn't Zhan Hongtu predict that the evil dragon would return? Why didn't he let the people in the city leave?" He Yiming asked coldly.
Zhang Heti felt a chill in his heart. From He Yiming's words, he could hear a trace of power that made one's heart tremble. His body trembled slightly. He said in a heavy voice, "Divine Lord He, there are just too many people in the city. We can't notify all of them, nor can we make them believe us." He paused for a moment. There was a sliver of deep sadness in his eyes, "This is their home after all. No one is willing to leave their home."
He Yiming raised his eyebrows slightly. He did not know why, but in his heart, there was actually a trace of indescribable emotion.
After seeing the expression of the old man in front of him, he seemed to have a strange feeling of empathy.
Qianshan City was the gateway to the Qianshan Sect. It was also where the sect's inheritance and spirit lay. To an old man like Zhang Heti, the city's position in his heart was supreme. It was like the weight of the main peak of Heavenly Lake in the hearts of the disciples of Heavenly Lake.
However, on this day, the city that had been passed down for almost a thousand years suffered the greatest calamity in history. Moreover, the cause of this calamity was a divine beast that they couldn't resist at all.
There wasn't even any desire for revenge in Zhang Heti's eyes.
Apart from deep hatred, there was only self-blame and despair in his eyes.
Looking at Zhang Heti's pained face and listening to the wails everywhere, he sensed the lingering pain in the air.
He Yiming raised his head. His gaze followed the black smoke that was still burning and soaring into the sky. His heart trembled violently.
After a long time, He Yiming's steady voice slowly rang out.
"Please tell the Huo family and Zhan Hongtu … He will definitely give them an explanation regarding this matter."
Zhang Heti was slightly stunned. Only then did he realize that He Yiming had suddenly spoken to him.
He hurriedly collected his thoughts and said, "Divine Lord He, you mean …"
He Yiming looked back. His gaze was extremely serious. His voice was as cold as a blade. It was as if he was swearing to the city.
"A debt of blood can only be repaid with blood."
With a sway of his body, He Yiming had already soared into the sky and flew into the distance.
Hundred and Eight, Treasure Pig, and the others glanced at each other and followed closely behind. Only Zhang Heti was left on the ground. He stared dumbfoundedly at the sky. He didn't know what to think.
"What are you doing?" 108's voice rang out from afar.
He Yiming looked up at the sky. He quietly felt the enormous pressure pouring in from all directions. With an absolutely calm voice, he said, "I … want to control the domain."
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