The old man was confident in his Dantian-sealing technique. After making his move, he did not even bother to observe anything further and simply turned to inspect the injured.
However, the Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artist no longer showed any sign of life. Zu Liming had sensed that he was already cold after striking him, so he merely glanced at him before waving to the others to collect the body.
Then he turned and stepped forward to check on Anka. Due to his exceptional talent, Anka had been a disciple the family had focused on nurturing. To ensure his loyalty to the family, the Clan Leader had even spared no effort in using his own legitimate daughter to win him over.
But Anka had died a miserable death. He was now nothing more than a pile of mangled flesh, impossible to piece back together.
"Alas!"
The white-haired old man shook his head regretfully. A genius could only be called a genius while alive, so that he could cultivate all the way to the Xiantian Realm and become a pillar of the family.
But now that he was a pile of rotten flesh, he naturally no longer deserved the title of genius.
Still, he was furious that this freak before him had killed a genius the family had painstakingly nurtured. Raising Anka to his current level had consumed vast amounts of Cultivation Resources. Now that he was dead, all those resources had been wasted.
So he turned back and struck Zu Liming with a palm, saying, "You damned fellow! If I did not need to keep you alive for questioning, I would definitely kill you! You damned fellow!"
A Houtian Layer Ten Martial Artist was a core force for every aristocratic family, a reserve for the Xiantian Realm. Losing even one