Investigate!

Zhou Xiu lay on the ground, his pupils contracting sharply as he struggled desperately. But Tang Hao's massive hand suddenly pressed his head down against the floor.

Overwhelming force instantly penetrated the protection of his skull and exploded through Zhou Xiu's body with a hollow boom.

With a snap, his pupils dilated and his throat gaped soundlessly. Then his body went limp, blood spreading across the ground beneath him.

Tang Hao looked at the "Hometown Fellow" who had already lost all signs of life, slowly withdrawing his palm. A few traces of blood and grass seeds remained on it.

"Grass seeds?"

Tang Hao frowned. Soul Power surged from his body, shaking off the blood and grass seeds as he turned his gaze toward Zhou Xiu's corpse on the ground.

He had been cultivating the Clear Sky Domain in the quiet room when he sensed that he had been controlled, and boundless rage rose within him.

It was not some resistance for freedom against control, nor was it the ruthlessness of wanting to kill every Transmigrator he discovered.

More than anything, it was rage over the insults Zhou Xiu had hurled at his parents during the time Tang Hao had been controlled.

Besides, when one wielded a sharp weapon, murderous intent naturally arose.

After extreme fury came extreme coldness—and killing intent.

Squatting beside Zhou Xiu's body, Tang Hao let out a long breath of foul air. His gaze calmed as he began searching the corpse.

The dead deserved respect, so his killing intent had faded. Naturally, it was time to loot the body.

As he searched, a jar of Golden Wound Medicine appeared in his hand.

"Golden Wound Medicine? Medicine for treating external injuries from a martial arts world?"

"Looks like his Golden Finger was related to a martial arts world."

"But why wasn't there any Martial Art?"

Tang Hao frowned. Generally speaking, if someone had a Golden Finger from a martial arts world, shouldn't being gifted a Martial Art be standard equipment?

Yet Tang Hao searched Zhou Xiu's corpse several times. Other than some Golden Wound Medicine, silver, and a bag of Gold Soul Coins, he found nothing else.

"No way. He was a Transmigrator, yet he was this poor?"

Tang Hao was genuinely stunned. Was this guy really a Transmigrator?

How was he poorer than even some Soul Elders?

He was completely unworthy of that powerful Golden Finger of his—"friends and family, brothers by blood," and "Add Money."

"Or had this guy only transmigrated here recently?"

Tang Hao recalled that Zhou Xiu seemed to have said before dying that he had come from Shrek Academy.

And Tang Hao remembered that Shrek Academy's enrollment had been two months ago.

In other words, this guy had only transmigrated here two months ago and had not yet used his Golden Finger's abilities to make much money.

Still—

You had only been here two months, and you already dared to charge over and provoke a Titled Douluo.

Should he call that courage, or did Zhou Xiu simply think his Golden Finger could crush everything in its path?

And his mouth was too foul. He had no idea what civilized manners were.

Tang Hao shook his head. As he lifted Zhou Xiu's corpse, something clattered beneath it, revealing a ball of light.

Within the sphere, a figure carrying a Miao Dao flickered in and out of sight.

"Pay Extra Hermit."

"I wonder what ability I can get from this." Tang Hao picked up the ball of light and placed it into his Storage Soul Tool.

The sphere could be opened later. What mattered most now was finding out how Zhou Xiu had gotten in!

Or whether someone had been receiving him!

One Transmigrator's Golden Finger had already been so troublesome to deal with. If there were others... Tang Hao let out a long breath, his eyes turning cold.

Outside, Tang Hao's immense pressure had drawn the attention of Ye Xilan, who lived on the other side.

By the time Tang Hao stood up, Ye Xilan had already hurried over.

"Your Excellency."

The Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul was already summoned in Ye Xilan's hand. Eight Soul Rings spread out around her, and healing light stood ready to be released at any moment.

However, when she arrived and saw Zhou Xiu's corpse at Tang Hao's feet, confusion flashed through Ye Xilan's eyes.

Wasn't that the Clear Sky Douluo's clansman?

How had he died here in the blink of an eye?

And who could have killed him right under a Titled Douluo's nose?

"I killed him."

"Also, call Prince Ilir over here!" Tang Hao placed Zhou Xiu's corpse to one side, dragged over a chair, and sat in the room with a broad, imposing posture.

He would wait. He would wait until Prince Ilir brought him definite information on whether any other Transmigrators had been receiving Zhou Xiu before he left this place.

Otherwise, he would not come into contact with anyone other than Ye Xilan and Prince Ilir.

Ye Xilan was also confused. She did not understand why someone who had been perfectly fine that morning had suddenly been killed.

But she knew what she should do most now. Without asking further, she nodded lightly.

"Yes, Your Excellency."

As soon as she finished speaking, news that the Clear Sky Douluo had killed an outsider in the courtyard spread from Ye Xilan to Prince Ilir's ears.

Inside the palace, Prince Ilir had been discussing matters with his royal brother, King Ilisa. Upon hearing this, his face instantly turned pale.

King Ilisa, who carried himself with some dignity beside him, also grew grave.

A Titled Douluo had been infiltrated by an outsider in a courtyard within their imperial city. This was absolutely a failure on their part.

No, it was more than that.

If an outsider could infiltrate the courtyard of a Titled Douluo, did that mean he could also infiltrate the bedrooms where they lived?

Prince Ilir and King Ilisa hurriedly rose to their feet and rushed together toward the courtyard where the Clear Sky Douluo was staying.

At the same time, large numbers of imperial guards were mobilized throughout the imperial city. Armed with Zhuge Crossbows, they stationed themselves in groups at every checkpoint, sealed the city gates, and controlled everyone entering or leaving.

By the time Prince Ilir and King Ilisa reached Tang Hao's courtyard, a grim, murderous atmosphere had already spread throughout the entire imperial city.

Within the courtyard, as that murderous atmosphere rose in the imperial city, Tang Hao opened his eyes. A squad of elite soldiers escorted King Ilisa and Prince Ilir to the gate.

"Your Excellency!"

Prince Ilir addressed him first. Just as he was about to introduce the king beside him to Tang Hao, he saw Zhou Xiu's corpse lying at Tang Hao's feet, and his expression changed drastically.

"This... this is impossible."

Prince Ilir recalled the strange state he had been in when he introduced Zhou Xiu to Tang Hao. It was him—it was he who had introduced Zhou Xiu to Tang Hao.

But why had he suddenly regarded Zhou Xiu as the closest person to him and recommended him without reservation to a Titled Douluo?

What kind of Martial Soul was that?

What kind of Soul Skill was that?

Seeing his royal brother's panicked expression, King Ilisa frowned.

He did not know Zhou Xiu existed. Prince Ilir had only brought Zhou Xiu in yesterday afternoon, and King Ilisa had not met him yet.

However, seeing his royal brother's expression change so drastically because of that corpse, he understood what he needed to do.

He stepped forward and solemnly said to Tang Hao, "Your Excellency, I am the king of the Ili Kingdom. I will certainly give Your Excellency a satisfactory explanation!"

Tang Hao looked at the king before him, who had a somewhat roguish air about him, and nodded. "Good."

"However," Tang Hao slowly rose to his feet. His aura was heavy and profound as his voice rumbled out, "I have only one demand!"

"Investigate!"

"Find out his date and hour of birth, his friends and family, his teachers and classmates—investigate every last one of them!"

In the courtyard, King Ilisa solemnly nodded to Tang Hao. "Good!"