The palace corridors of the Ancient Jiang Kingdom were filled with an air of tension. Zhu Youji swiftly traversed the intersecting corridors, using the Eight-Step Toad-Chasing light footwork, following the lingering scent in the air leading him toward the commotion.
After about a quarter of an hour, Zhu Youji frowned slightly and sniffed the air, murmuring, "The scent of blood..."
At the next corner, five or six corpses lay in disarray, each with a deep black palm print on their chests, emitting a faint demonic aura. It was evident that they had been killed with a single strike.
"Palm technique?"
"The Heart-Crushing Palm of the Blue Hall Sect?"
Zhu Youji speculated for a moment and continued forward.
The sounds of battle echoed continuously from a distance, and a variety of corpses, each with a different cause of death, littered the path, blood staining the ground.