With those words, Duan Mengrui vanished into the night, leaving behind the Golden Silkworm Gu Master staring blankly at Zhan Feng's corpse on the ground.
After a long while, he let out a sigh of sorrow.
"Enough, enough, it seems this war is unavoidable. Someone, send a message back to the sect, summon a few Gu Masters guarding there to come and assist. Tonight, I will bathe Cyan Bamboo Ridge in blood!"
As he spoke, the eyes of the Golden Silkworm Gu Master turned red.
No matter who the person behind the scenes was, he had no retreat left.
Unless he was willing to give up on the precious iron mine he had painstakingly discovered and excavated, tonight's battle was inevitable.
Because last night's events could barely be explained away as coincidences or unusual incidents, but today even Zhan Feng was dead, and died right when meeting with him.
