Chen Qing turned and asked, "Martial Uncle, did your trip north go smoothly? What is the situation with the Golden Court Eight Tribes and Great Snow Mountain?"
"Not smoothly." Hua Yunfeng spoke those three words as calmly as if he were discussing today's weather.
Yet what he said next sent a violent shock through Chen Qing's heart.
"That old bastard Di Cang was quick to sense danger and fled. But I killed two Grandmasters from the Canglang Tribe."
Hua Yunfeng said evenly, "During the fight, I forced out a few scattered pieces of information. Li Qingyu... is still alive. He has already returned to Great Snow Mountain."
The room fell silent for a moment.
Even Chen Qing's breathing stalled.
He had killed two Grandmasters!
The Canglang Tribe was one of the stronger major tribes among the Golden Court Eight Tribes, and they had no more than five Grandmaster experts in total.
Previously, their tribesman Di Chang had already fallen beneath his master Luo Zhixian's spear.
Now Hua Yunfeng had gone north and slain two more Grandmasters in succession!
What did that mean?
It meant the Canglang Tribe had lost nearly half of its high-end combat strength. Their vitality had been grievously damaged, and their status within the Golden Court was bound to plummet!
For Hua Yunfeng to accomplish such a thing, one could only imagine the deadly battles he had endured along the way.
That had been on the enemy's turf, facing an encirclement by possibly more than two Grandmasters. He had even needed to guard against interference from Great Snow Mountain and the other Golden Court Tribes.
That he had emerged unscathed made his strength and methods simply terrifying.
What weighed even more heavily upon Chen Qing's heart was that Li Qingyu had returned to Great Snow Mountain.
"Great