"What did you say?"
At the audience stands of the Heroes' Gathering, Jie Yuanshao sprang to her feet and said coldly, "Instructor Ling, do you understand what you're doing? Making such an accusation at the finals of the Heroes' Gathering—are you trying to ruin its reputation?"
"Young Miss Jie, am I supposed to let the murderer who killed Master Wu go just like that?" Ling Feihong countered. "I examined Master Wu's corpse and know that his heart and lungs were shattered by a powerful force. Master Wu was a Third Revolution expert. At first, our attention was focused on the other Third Revolution experts. It wasn't until I fought Senior Brother Niu that I realized... he had cultivated secret art power at such a young age, and his combat strength was comparable to that of a Third Revolution expert!"
At this point, Ling Feihong's heart stirred. The Eight Rice Martial Arts School indeed possessed a secret art inheritance. That was also why he had hinted that his nephew should bring the Eight Rice Martial Arts School under control. He felt that he had guessed correctly. Other than secret arts, what reason could Niu Xianke have for being so powerful?
"Coincidentally, Senior Brother Niu's opponent in the Round of Sixteen was Master Wu!"
"If I'm maliciously framing him, I'm willing to bear all consequences. I'll leave Xuanwu Lake and enlist in the army for ten years! But Master Wu was highly respected. I truly can't stand by and watch the murderer go unpunished. I ask Young Miss Jie and the Prison Suppressing Thunder King to reopen the inquiry and investigate where Senior Brother Niu went on the night Master Wu died!"
Jie Yuanshao's expression darkened, and her chest heaved incessantly. Because of what had happened in the past, she was now