"Ling Tian! Who? Who was it?!"
Ignoring his own injuries, the middle-aged man roared with his eyes wide in fury, the killing intent in them nearly taking tangible form.
"Palace Master? What happened?"
At that moment, several figures with powerful auras immediately appeared within the palace.
They were the Elders of Tianyuan Divine Palace.
Feng Wujie's eyes were bloodshot as he said in a grief-stricken, heavy voice:
"Ling Tian was killed..."
"What?!"
At those words, the pupils of several Elders abruptly contracted.
It was as though they had heard something impossible.
"How could that be? Palace Master, wasn't Ling Tian in the God Realm? How could anyone in the mere God Realm possibly kill him?"
One of the Elders asked, his face filled with shock and suspicion.
"I don't know... Even the soul mark I left in his body was erased together with him before it could be triggered..."
As he spoke, disbelief flashed through Feng Wujie's eyes, and a trace of apprehension rose in his heart.
For the soul mark he had left behind to be wiped out before it could even activate, the other party had to be powerful—perhaps even more powerful than him.
"Palace Master, then what should we do?"
"Send people to the God Realm first to learn what happened. Do not act rashly."
Feng Wujie spoke in a low voice. He seemed to have aged considerably, his aura greatly diminished.
Faced with this matter, a wave of helplessness suddenly surged up within him.
"Oh, right. Tell Qian Ji as well. Tell her to be careful at Tianfu Mountain. It would be best if she could return home.
I fear the other party is deliberately targeting us."
Feng Wujie continued.
"Yes."
After receiving their orders, the Elders withdrew.
Within the hall, Feng Wujie looked painfully toward