With a flick of his finger, he sent out a streak of mystic light and intercepted the blood-red message.
His divine sense swept over it, and its contents instantly imprinted themselves upon his mind.
In that instant, Xuan Tianba's placid face changed dramatically.
An indescribable shock, horror, and a fury as violent as a volcano erupted from the depths of his heart.
"Holy Son... dead?" His voice was low, yet it carried a chill and killing intent cold enough to freeze the Ninth Heaven.
Li Ao was his most valued personal disciple, as well as the successor he had chosen to inherit the position of sect master.
To nurture Li Ao, the sect had poured in countless resources and painstaking effort, placing great hopes in him.
And now, he was actually dead?
"Yang Lingtian?" Divine light burst from Xuan Tianba's eyes.
His killing intent nearly solidified, filling the entire secret chamber.
He remembered that name.
Yang Lingtian was a guest elder he had recruited only recently. Supposedly, Yang Lingtian possessed excellent talent and astonishing combat strength.
Yet a mere guest elder had dared to kill the Holy Son of the Xuanba Sword Sect?
"Saintess Liu Ruyan has been grievously wounded and is on the verge of death?"
Xuan Tianba's gaze sharpened again. There was no way Liu Ruyan's distress message could be false.
Moreover, the message mentioned that Liu Ruyan had burned her blood essence and used the Forbidden Secret Technique before she had barely managed to kill Yang Lingtian.
That meant Yang Lingtian's strength was likely far beyond imagination.
"Good, good. What a Yang Lingtian. What enormous balls."
Xuan Tianba laughed in his fury, while the aura around him grew more and more terrifying and violent.
Boom!
A terrifyingly immense pressure suddenly swept outward with him at its center.