At those words, everyone was shocked.
Luo Ganjing's strength was plain for all to see. More importantly, the fact that he had returned wounded from the battle to surround and kill Luo Tianfeng was enough to prove his power.
Those lacking in strength had already been buried there.
Yet someone had killed such a powerful man before he could even withdraw the grand formation or call for help.
The killer's cultivation and attainments were certainly no simple matter.
More importantly, this person had actually killed one of the Asura Clan's elders.
A powerful cultivator was not frightening. A powerful cultivator who could conceal himself was what was truly frightening.
"Cult Master, how are you?!"
The one who stepped forward was a refined middle-aged man.
He carried an elegant, scholarly air and was impeccably dressed.
After inspecting Luo Ganjing's corpse, he hurriedly checked Luo Yangwu's aura. Seeing that Luo Yangwu had merely suffered grave injuries and that his life was not in danger, he asked, "Do you know who attacked?"
The sobbing "Luo Yangwu" seemed not to hear the middle-aged man's question.
He cried even louder.
His expression became ever more grief-stricken.
The clan elder who had arrived also had grief flash through his eyes.
Luo Ganjing was an elder of the great sect, one who had rendered outstanding service. He had not died at the hands of an enemy, nor at the hands of another race. He had died silently within his own dojo, beneath the concealment of a grand formation, without even them noticing.
How could that not break their hearts?
In a deep voice, he asked, "Who killed him?!"
"It was me."
Luo Tianfeng wiped away his tears and cried, "I was the one who harmed Elder Luo!"
The clan elder consoled him gravely, "Cult Master, do not