"These utterly heartless people are so vicious." Seeing this scene, everyone gained a deeper understanding of the ruthlessness of the Dark Pavilion.
At this moment, a disciple from the Dragon Tiger Hall hurriedly ran inside, shouting in panic, "Master, Master, something bad... ugh!" Before he could finish his words, the disciple saw the head hanging from the ceiling, turned pale, and gagged immediately.
"What happened again?" Tong Zhentian's tone was a bit sharp; waking up to such an event early in the morning would put anyone in a bad mood.
The disciple took several deep breaths to steady himself, "Master, something happened over there, several people are dead."
How many died? Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked.
"Lead the way!" Tong Zhentian spat out the order with a dark face, then followed the disciple out of the room. In no time, the group arrived at a house in the northeast corner of the hall.
