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The afterglow of the setting sun just shone on the ethereal peak.

The sunset is pale golden, but today's sunset is blood-red.

Under the reflection of the remnant sun, the large square at the top of the peak is more like being soaked in a sea of blood.

When the evening breeze blew, the smell of blood in the air seemed to be strong again.

Although six days have passed, the shadow of death that has shrouded the hearts of everyone in the Ethereal Peak has not faded with time, on the contrary, it has become much heavier.

In that night's battle, although the people of the Ethereal Peak fought hard to kill all the killers, there were more than 300 disciples who died on the spot, and more than 500 more seriously injured disciples died in just five days, as of today, a total of more than 900 people have been killed, and so far, the death is still continuing.

Tomorrow, how many more people will die?

Nobody knows.

For the people of Ethereal Peak, they don't know if there will be tomorrow.

The Great Hall.

Almost all of the living elders were present.

Murong Ke glanced at it, and saw that there were only a few dozen people in the hall that was originally crowded on weekdays, and there was no third person in the ethereal Qixiu except for his daughter and Duanmu Xuan.

In the battle that night, the other five members of the Ethereal Seven Shows, who had just taken over as the pavilion master, all died tragically, and none of them were spared.

The Ethereal Peak of that battle was really a heavy casualty. Although the killer did not destroy the Ethereal Peak, almost all the people who are still alive are injured.

Everyone was silent, and at this time, although dinner was ready, they did not even have the slightest desire to eat.

After all, it was Murong Ke who broke the silence and said with a bleak smile: "Now there are only so many people in my Ethereal Peak?"

No one answered, and no one dared to answer.

Murong Ke had no choice but to look at his daughter and asked, "Yan'er, you can come."

"Yes, Daddy......", Murong Yan's eyes carefully scanned the faces of everyone in the hall, as if he wanted to determine the specific number of people, for a long time, he said sadly: "I took a cursory look, at this time, there are at most less than a quarter of the elders who are still alive in this sect."

"A quarter"?

"Yes".

"Can you be sure"?

"Even if it's not absolutely certain, it's not much the same."

"Hehe, a quarter of ......", Murong Ke laughed miserably: "I thought that at most half of the people would be lost, who would want to ......?"

Yan Zhen, the hall master of the Law Enforcement Hall, said worriedly: "Senior brother, what should I do now. At this time, my Ethereal Peak has suffered heavy damage, and the situation is already extremely critical, if those people come again, how should we deal with it?"

"I don't know ...... either", Murong Ke shook his head with a wry smile, and then said in a deep voice: "How have you checked in the past few days, what clues do you have about the origin of those killers?"

Yan Zhen's face was gloomy, he slowly shook his head, and said, "Nothing."

"Nothing"?

"Yes".

The shadow in everyone's hearts seemed to be a little heavier.

Murong Ke pondered for a while, then suddenly looked at Yang Xiaoling, who had been silent all along, and said lightly: "Xiaoling, what do you think"?

Yang Xiaoling did not speak.

Murong Yan felt a little strange, and at the same time a little confused, and his eyes subconsciously looked at Yang Xiaoling, only to see his bleak look, his eyes seemed to be painful and angry, but more than that, he was at a loss.

What's going on, what's wrong with him?

Murong Yan frowned and whispered, "Xiaoling, is Daddy asking you?"

"Ah......", Yang Xiaoling was startled, and immediately raised his head and said, "Master, you called me"?

"Yes, let me ask you, do you have any clue about the origin of those killers that day?"

"I ......", Yang Xiaoling hesitated, and after a while, he shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know"?

Murong Ke asked, "You really don't know"?

"Yes".

This time, Yang Xiaoling answered quickly. However, he also quickly lowered his head, as if ...... It seems that he is afraid of being seen by others.

But what is he afraid of being seen?

Or was it just that he was afraid that he would collapse after someone else saw the expression on his face?

Also, does he really not know the identities of those men in black?

By no means. If there is one person in this world who knows the identity of those killers, then this person must be him.

But if he knew it, why didn't he say it?

Is it that he doesn't want to say it, or is it that he can't say it?

The doubts in Murong Yan's heart were even worse, she wanted to ask Yang Xiaoling, but in front of everyone, she had to hold back for the time being and didn't speak.

Murong Ke frowned even more, and there was a hint of fierceness in his peaceful eyes, as if he wanted to see through Yang Xiaoling's heart directly. However, after a while, he finally took his eyes back from Yang Xiaoling.

He knew that Yang Xiaoling must have something to hide from him, and he also knew that he must know something. However, since Yang Xiaoling himself was unwilling to say, it was difficult for him to ask in depth.

"Hey, by the way, what about Senior Brother Wuliang, why haven't you seen him all the time?"

Only then did Murong Ke realize that Song Wuliang was not present.

"Senior brother, I'm ...... here", Song Wuliang had already walked in from outside the hall, and shouted from afar: "Senior brother, it's not good, something big has happened."

All of them immediately looked at him.

Murong Ke's face sank and asked, "What's going on again?"

Song Wuliang's face was heavy, but he hesitated and did not speak immediately.

Murong Ke urged: "Immeasurable, what's wrong?"

Song Wuliang was still silent for a while, and then said lightly: "Senior brother, the news I just received is that it was not only our Ethereal Peak that was attacked that night, but also the large and small sects on the rivers and lakes such as the Falling Snow Valley, the Orchid Sect, and the Fengyue Sect all suffered a surprise attack, especially the Falling Snow Valley, compared to other sects, I heard that the situation in the Falling Snow Valley was the most serious. The intensity of the battle is unimaginable, it seems...... It seems that this time it was the killer's main force that attacked them."