The next day, Jiang Liu woke from meditation and looked at the empty space beside him. He smiled.
Given the environment here, after Han Yi had spent the night here, who could possibly not know? Why had she been in such a hurry to leave?
At that moment, Han Yi was facing an interrogation from the Frost God.
"Did Jiang Liu say how many Nether Race elders he has already killed?" the Frost God asked as he looked at Han Yi, whose face was glowing with happiness.
Early that morning, he had run into Han Yi as she hurried out of Jiang Liu's place.
He had then brought her back here, intending to question her thoroughly.
"He said Ming Lang was the fourth Nether Race elder he had killed." Han Yi glanced at her old man and, seeing that he showed no intention of losing his temper, finally mumbled the words.
She had no idea what had come over her. Her mind had overheated last night, and she had actually stayed at Jiang Liu's place instead of coming back.
Fortunately, judging by her father's expression, he did not seem to intend to blame her.
"What?" The Frost God was instantly stunned when he heard this, his expression turning aghast.
He knew Jiang Liu's combat strength was formidable, but he had never expected Jiang Liu to accomplish something so astonishing.
These were four elders of the Saint Realm! They were not Grandmaster Realm martial artists.
Even he—even before he had been wounded—would have had to avoid the edge of four Saint Realm elders of the Nether Race.
As for killing them, that was even more inconceivable. Just thinking about it left him incredulous.
Besides, the Nether Race had only ten Saint Realm elders in total. It had lost four in one