Luo Qianjue watched Liao Chuan leave without pursuing him. As the saying went, don't pursue a cornered foe. Besides, Liao Chuan was formidable, and there was no blood feud between them.
Seeing that the mysterious black-robed man had also departed, Luo Qianjue felt a trace of regret at missing the chance to make his acquaintance, but quickly suppressed it.
"Go take a look!"
With a call, Luo Qianjue led the three fellow disciples from Xuwang Mountain briskly to where Zhu He had died.
The scene was a complete mess. The ground was covered in blood, and the air reeked of smoke and gunpowder.
Zhu He's body had long since been reduced to bloody mist and shattered fragments beneath that tyrannical punch and the subsequent eruption of Gang Jin. It was impossible to identify him; only a few remnants testified to the fall of a Gang Strength Perfection expert.
All of them were battle-hardened veterans, yet the sight still sent a chill through their hearts.
"That senior brother is truly incredible..."
One disciple swallowed, his voice tinged with horror. "That was Zhu He—the Wang Family's retained master, a Gang Strength Perfection figure—and he was actually..."
Another took over, his tone full of reverence. "His methods were decisive, his combat strength astonishing! Especially that final punch—it was simply... terrifying! He must be an Inner Sect elite disciple, perhaps even some deeply concealed True Disciple Candidate!"
Luo Qianjue said gravely, "Clean up the scene at once. We cannot remain here long!"
His heart was equally turbulent. He now understood clearly that even if he had not intervened, that senior brother would certainly have been capable of dealing with Liao Chuan and all those experts from the Weapon Forging Hall.
Luo Qianjue could not help feeling fortunate that he had not acted rashly earlier.