"Who?!"
"Get out here, you bastard!"
A shrill, furious howl rang out from the depths of the swamp forest.
There had been no mistake in Lin Qi's information. Chen Qinghui truly was the Chen Family's finest seedling.
His sudden death on the Eastern Continent battlefield was like severing one of the Chen Family's arms. How could Chen Hao not be enraged?
The first people he suspected were Lin Qi and Old Ye.
Chen Hao carefully examined the traces of battle around him, and he really did find a few clues.
Using the Trace-Chasing Memory Technique, he projected the scene from before Chen Qinghui's death into the air.
The moment Chen Hao raised his eyes, he saw a frost-colored leaf carrying overwhelming Sword Intent hurtle toward Chen Qinghui.
Chen Qinghui's eyes widened, filled with disbelief.
The image lasted only a moment before vanishing. Chen Hao had not seen who the killer was.
But upon seeing the Sword Qi, he could almost immediately confirm that a cultivator had made the move.
As for that frost-colored leaf... if he remembered correctly, Lin Qi of the Southern Continent possessed an exceptionally pure Ice Spiritual Root and had mastered ice arts to perfection.
After quickly collecting Chen Qinghui's body, Chen Hao turned and raced without pause toward the tree hollow where Lin Qi and Old Ye had been hiding.
Before he even drew near, a giant phantom sword descended from above, cleaving down with terrifying power.
The enormous tree instantly split into four pieces. Dense, frightening spiritual energy exploded before him, revealing Lin Qi seated cross-legged on the ground.
Lin Qi struggled to open her eyes. Her aura was several degrees weaker than usual, and her precious robes were torn in many places, stained with blood. She looked somewhat bedraggled.
Chen Hao raised a hand