Shao Du was already dead?
How had he died?
Killed by Tang Ma?!
It was as if someone had cast a Great Silence Divine Art in the small courtyard. Everyone's throats were constricted, and their eyes widened.
Including Zhang Tai, everyone stared fixedly at Sha Du's lifeless eyes and felt a chill run through their bodies.
Sha Du was a monk by birth. From the moment he gained his divine-art talent, he had received the blessing of the 'god,' granting him divine power beyond that of ordinary people.
Such a genius should never have been forced to humble himself in the tiny Rift Number Thirty-Seven.
It was all because his master had caused trouble by fighting over a secret divine art, forcing them to flee all the way here.
Otherwise, if Sha Du had continued cultivating step by step for a few more years, he would certainly have become at least a Level Five High Priest! But now, Sha Du was dead?
Zhang Tai did not doubt his own eyes. After dealing with Sha Du for so long, he had long since memorized Sha Du's appearance and aura.
The half of Sha Du before him was indeed dead beyond all doubt! "What, even a dead Sha Du has scared you into this pathetic state?"
Tang Ma grinned broadly. His aura surged around him, actually whipping up a whirlwind in the small courtyard.
The priests present secretly resisted it, then immediately felt shocked.
The several Level Two Priests in particular were horrified.
What kind of monster was this Tang Ma? Hadn't he only just entered Level Two? How could his strength be so formidable?
Judging by his aura, he was probably already not far behind Zhang Tai, who was Level Three.
Could it be that the previous priest of the Flame