"Urgh..."
Xuanqingzi let out muffled whimpers. Looking at the weapons piercing his body, he began to tremble violently from head to toe.
Every one of those weapons had struck at vital points. One had even pierced straight through his throat.
Blood ran down the weapons and pooled on the ground.
Xuanqingzi felt his body turning cold. It was from excessive blood loss.
Yet Xuanqingzi's gaze remained fixed on Shen Bai, the venomous hatred in his eyes growing thicker and thicker.
"It was you... it was you..."
Xuanqingzi whimpered repeatedly, a trembling finger pointing at Shen Bai.
But no one paid attention to his words now, because the martial artists had long since been enraged to the point that their eyes had turned red by his arrogant attitude.
Qin Shuang looked at Xuanqingzi's miserable state, then at Shen Bai amid the crowd, shock appearing in her eyes.
She suddenly realized that this man before her was bringing her more and more surprises.
This scheme of killing with a borrowed knife had been played to perfection.
First, he had used the resentment of the low-level cultivators. Then, he had used Xuanqingzi's arrogance to stoke that resentment to a certain level. Afterward, he had ignited everyone's fury and made them attack.
Then he had blended into the crowd and delivered the killing blow.
The entire process had flowed in one breath, leaving people almost unable to take it all in.
And the most brilliant part was that, even if Xuanqingzi was killed, no one in this Grand Tomb would speak of it. At most, they would say that Xuanqingzi had died to the mechanisms within the Grand Tomb.
As for those constables, they would be even less likely to say anything, because Xuanqingzi's death involved far too many matters.
With so many martial