Jiang Yan, Jiang Su, Senior Disciple Brother Zhao Hong, Wei He, and the newly promoted Zhang Lu had all arrived.
The group stood quietly to one side with downcast eyes, looking at the corpse in the middle.
"Master, how exactly did Junior Brother Xiao die?" Zhao Hong asked in a low voice.
Zheng Fugui fell silent for a moment, drew a breath, and slowly said, "Someone used an extremely powerful palm strike. The first palm broke his arm, then the second struck his chest, collapsing his ribcage and piercing his heart and internal organs. That was what killed him."
He paused.
"The murderer's palm force was very strong. They should have been a Third Stage Qi and Blood expert, but I cannot think of anyone in the city skilled in such explosive palm force."
"Every Third Stage Qi and Blood expert is a renowned master. Why would one lay murderous hands upon my son? He had no grudges or enmities! My son was not even qualified to provoke such a renowned expert! What exactly happened!? May I ask, Master Zheng, what exactly happened!?"
Xiao Ran's father, Xiao Zhongcheng, rose to his feet and asked word by word.
Between the lines, it was obvious that he believed Xiao Ran's death had been caused by one of Zheng Fugui's enemies, with Xiao Ran dragged into it.
And truly, he could not be blamed for thinking so. Even Zheng Fugui himself suspected the same thing at this moment.
To put it plainly, although Xiao Ran had possessed great potential, after failing one breakthrough, his potential had fallen. Then he had been beaten to death by a ruthless hand. This was no longer jealousy of talent—it was targeted murder born of vengeance.
As a Second Stage Qi and Blood martial artist, Xiao Ran ordinarily