Everyone looked in the direction Zhang Shimo pointed.
Their gazes fell upon that streak of blood.
Yet their expressions remained puzzled.
They were all supreme powerhouses.
Their senses were keen.
They had noticed every wound on Shi Cai's body long ago.
Shi Cai bore at least dozens of wounds, large and small.
More than a dozen of them had curled flesh and exposed blood.
Sharp Sword Qi lingered around them.
The one who had killed Shi Cai was an unparalleled sword cultivator.
However.
These seemingly gruesome wounds.
Were not the cause of Shi Cai's death.
The true fatal wound.
Was instead that exceedingly inconspicuous, slender streak of blood on his neck.
But so what?
"I know what you are all thinking. You must believe the ancestor's restriction was sealed by the Azure Dragon Domain's Domain Spirit and never activated, correct?" Zhang Shimo swept his gaze over the crowd, his voice cold and eerie.
"Otherwise?" The Feathered Lord was displeased.
Wasn't that obvious?
Did it need to be said?
If the restriction had not failed.
Would Shi Cai have died?
"Actually, that is not the case. The restriction did not fail!" Zhang Shimo said.
"What? It did not fail?" Everyone was stunned. Shock surged in their eyes as they stared fixedly at Zhang Shimo, their faces filled with disbelief.
If Zhang Shimo did not hold such a lofty position in the Feathered Kingdom.
And if his cultivation had not long since reached the pinnacle of the Half-Emperor realm.
They would certainly have thought Zhang Shimo was toying with them!
If it had not failed.
How could Shi Cai possibly have died?
"Hall Master Zhang, this matter is of great importance. Do not speak recklessly!" The Feathered Lord's expression instantly turned as cold as frost.
"You should all know that this old