A severed arm?
Ye Chen was taken aback. He followed Wu Zhenzi's gaze and looked at the cold figure. Suddenly, he thought of something. His pupils constricted, and he asked in surprise, "Teacher, could it be that the severed arm that you mentioned belongs to Fang Han?"
Hearing this, everyone's eyes narrowed slightly. Immediately, a look of surprise surged across their faces.
"That's right."
Wu Zhenzi's face was gloomy as he nodded solemnly.
Everyone in the city knew that Ye Chen had severed Fang Han's arm. After that, Fang Han suddenly disappeared. Many people thought that Fang Han could not accept such a blow and was so disheartened that he curled up in the depths of the palace and did not dare to come out to meet anyone.
But not long after, there was news that Fang Han was not disheartened. Instead, he learned from the humiliation and worked hard to cultivate with revenge as his goal.
As for where he went to cultivate, no one knew. No one knew.
If it was really as Wu Zhenzi said, that the severed arm found in the expert's cave belonged to Fang Han, then it meant that Fang Han had been cultivating hard in the cave when he disappeared.
"I remember that Leng Luoxue once told us to be careful of Fang Han and not to have any conflicts with him. Now it seems that Fang Han most likely obtained some incredible martial arts in the expert's cave and improved his strength greatly," Lin Guanqi said in a deep voice.
Lin Guanqi said in a low voice. He recalled the strange purple flames that Fang Han had emitted and felt a lingering fear.
Everyone's faces darkened as they lowered their heads and pondered. They had been focusing on the twelve Saint experts and did not care about Fang Han's existence. They did not think that Fang Han could defeat Ye Chen.
Now it seemed that they were too naive. Fang Han had hidden his strength well, and no one knew how terrifying his strength was.
"Now that we know Fang Han's background, we can be mentally prepared for the next two rounds of the competition. In the next seven days, every day is extremely precious. Everyone must work hard to cultivate. As long as your strength improves, you will naturally be able to remain calm."
Ye Chen said, and everyone nodded in agreement.
There were bound to be casualties in the war between the dynasties, and it was inevitable to offend people. Only when one's own strength was strong enough could one not be afraid of any schemes. For example, Fang Li and Han Xiaozi already had Martial Spirits, and their strength was unfathomable. No one dared to have any ideas about them.
This was the deterrence and shock brought about by powerful strength.
On the Celestial Mountain, the crowd gradually left and moved towards the thirteen peaks.
Just like its name, the Thirteen Linked Peaks was a mountain range made up of thirteen lone peaks. The mountain range stretched for a hundred miles, and each peak was like a sword piercing through the clouds. They were three thousand meters tall, and from afar, they looked like thirteen peerless swords.
There were many courtyards built on top of each lone peak, where people could live as they wished.
During the War of the Empires, the Thirteen Linked Peaks were equivalent to a relay station for the people of the Empires to stay in. Only the Heavenly Deity Palace was able to provide a mountain range for people to stay in. Only the Heavenly Deity Palace could do that.
At night, the Thirteen Linked Peaks gave off a sense of tranquility.
On a lone peak, Ye Chen was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. His entire body was emitting a faint light, and this light was emitting a gentle light. It rose into the air and enveloped his body. Vaguely, it was resonating with the pure moonlight in the sky.
Before the first round of the War of the Empires had ended, Ye Chen had successfully obtained the remnant soul of the Luna cultivator. At this moment, his consciousness was immersed in that remnant soul.
Between heaven and earth, there was nothing but that bright moon.
Ye Chen's consciousness had never left the bright moon, and he allowed himself to be immersed in it. Even his soul was completely immersed in it.
It was different from the vast battle between gods and demons, and there were no scenes of couples being together. This bright moon gave Ye Chen a sense of tranquility and gentleness, and it made his entire being become more peaceful.
Ye Chen understood that this remnant soul was slowly refining his soul, and allowing him to begin to understand the true meaning of the Moon Goddess Ode.
On Ye Chen's body, a ray of moonlight slowly circled around. This ray of moonlight slowly floated up into the sky. The more it rose, the more resolute it became. It did not have the domineering feeling of soaring into the sky, but rather became resolute and stronger little by little.
After an unknown period of time, the moonlight on Ye Chen's body began to condense. A bright moon appeared above his head. It was flawless, just like the full moon in the sky. There was no difference at all.
Buzz!
Ye Chen's body trembled slightly. The full moon rose slowly, passing through the sky and piercing through the rolling dark clouds. It released its own moonlight, as if it would never stop.
At this time, in the lonely peak where Qinwu Dynasty was located, a black shadow flashed. Its speed was not fast, but it was strange. In a flash, it actually blended into the darkness, making it impossible to detect.
Not far from it, there was a cultivator of truth sixth layer, sitting cross-legged on a boulder. He came from the Crystal Palace and was accompanied by Murong Bingxin.
Kacha!
A strange sound resounded, making that cultivator open his eyes. He was about to investigate, but at this moment, a strange red light flashed and directly cut his throat.
That cultivator's eyes were wide open, and then his vision turned black. He had completely lost his life.
"Another one has been dealt with."
A black shadow stood beside the cultivator with a cold expression on his dark face. With a wave of his hand, he immediately held the storage ring in his hand. At the same time, he also kept the cultivator's corpse into the storage ring, completely destroying the corpse and destroying all traces of it.
It wasn't just the Qin Wu Dynasty's mountain peak. The same thing was happening on each of the thirteen mountain peaks. However, the attacks of those people were too strange. It had only happened for an instant, so it was difficult for people to notice anything.
Standing in the void, Yang Tuo calmly looked at this scene. The corner of his mouth was still as cold as before, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.
This War of the Dynasties had gathered the high-level experts and experts of the various Dynasties.
These people were all rich and had a lot of cultivation resources. In the eyes of Seven Kills Sect, they were like fat lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Since they were fat lambs, how could they not kill them?
At this moment, a black figure drifted to the waist of the mountain. His blood-like eyes flickered for a moment and he immediately discovered that there was a person training at this place. He laughed coldly in his heart. Immediately, he quietly merged into the darkness and prepared to hunt once again.
The people of Seven Kills Sect had been bitterly cultivating the art of killing for their entire life. They were famous for their assassination. Once they entered the darkness, even the aura on their body would disappear without a trace, making it impossible for people to guard against them.
It was by relying on this move that their Seven Kills Sect was able to continuously kill powerhouses in the 13 Linked Peaks and seize their storage rings.
His body slowly approached, and the black shadow tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand. He immediately pounced and stabbed towards the cultivator's throat, with a cold smile on his face.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, an arrow of blood spurted out, accompanied by a shrill scream, breaking the silence of the night.
When the black shadow made his move, a ray of gentle moonlight suddenly descended upon them.