"ROAR!"
A beast's roar echoed across the wilderness.
Above the "ruins" of the Wangchuan Sect, a man in a Daoist robe embroidered with a black beast's head arrived, riding a True Flame Roaring Dragon Lion on a cloud of fire.
As he descended from the sky, the man's brow furrowed tightly at the sight of the mangled corpses, the congealed blood, and the palace that had been reduced to rubble.
He had come today, as per Sect rules, to collect the regular tribute from the Wangchuan Sect. He also planned to see if the Wangchuan Sect had any promising disciples he could take back to the Emperor Beast Sect.
But who could have known that the Wangchuan Sect would be reduced to such a state?
"Brother Wang, how was the Wangchuan Sect wiped out?"
Before long, another man flew to Wang Yong's side, his voice tinged with surprise.
"We'll know once we investigate."
Wang Yong took out a Talisman.
