Chapter 439 – Where the shadow goes (8)

A murderous aura extruded from Xuan Yuan Che as he aimed it at Du Gu Ye who was sitting on the floor. There was not a single trace of warmth on that ice cold face of his. There was only an immeasurable amount of anger being shown.
With a wave of his hand, the troops that were kneeling on the ground immediately stood up and faced towards Du Gu Ye and Helian Yun Zhao’s camp.
“Do not leave a single person alive!” In the pouring rain, Xuan Yuan Che commanded his men in an icy tone.
These words were infused with hatred.
It was infused with anger and killing intent.
In this dark rainy night, a massacre began. The scent of fresh blood filled the air.
Xuan Yuan Che had finally made a move against Ao Yun and Snow Saint.
A great massacre under the heavens. The seven empires will not be at peace anymore.
The autumn rain continued to pour day after day. It was as if the heavens were weeping as well.
Following the rain, the air turned very cold. So cold that it could freeze one’s heart.
Ever since that year, it hasn’t been this cold.
Three years ago, the outskirt of Tianchen was up in flames. Everything from the trees to the ground were burnt black.
Thirty thousand Dragon Rider Guards and forty thousand Imperial Guards searched through the entire outskirt of Tianchen. This was exactly what happened three years ago as well.
However, three years ago, they were looking for both Xuan Yuan Che and Liu Yue. This time, they were only looking for Liu Yue.
All of the waterways, forests, and roads were searched. Nothing was left untouched.
They searched everywhere. They searched the places where they were able to go, they searched the places that they could think of, they even thought of ways to search places that they were not able to enter.
The troops continuously searched.
There was no one. Other than a broken piece of cloth on top of a tree by the mountain stream, there was no one there. There was no Liu Yue. There was no Du Yi.
If they were alive, they couldn’t be found. If they were dead, their corpses couldn’t be found either.
The mountain wind blew loudly. Xuan Yuan Che stood by the stream for seven entire days. He didn’t eat. Nor did he drink. He stared at the scene in front of him. His expression became colder and colder. His eyes became emptier and emptier.