Yang Ling looked at the burly bald man. "Shi Haixuan, what are you questioning me about?"
Shi Haixuan seemed not to have expected Yang Ling to call him by his Dharma name directly, and his expression briefly froze.
The two Lamp Keepers, Xu and Xiao, exchanged a glance, each seeing a trace of gravity in the other's eyes.
Judging by Shi Haixuan's attitude, the head on the floor undoubtedly belonged to Shi Tianhu.
But how could an expert like him have died at the hands of someone at the Upper Fifth Rank, whose cultivation had yet to reach the Fourth Rank?
The middle-aged man in Divine Guard Office robes looked at the head on the floor, then at Yang Ling, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The other Fifth-Rank experts were even more shaken, their hearts in turmoil.
Shi Tianhu was actually dead!?
This defected Abyssal Martial Artist, the leader of the Mingwang Group, had actually died just like that?
What shocked them even more was Master Yang's attitude.
Facing Shi Haixuan, a Middle Fourth-Rank Grandmaster and Abyssal Army Commander with over ten thousand Abyssal Army soldiers under his command, he was actually being so blunt and overbearing?
A strange look flashed through Eunuch Xu's eyes. He had not expected the head Yang Ling brought to truly belong to Shi Tianhu!
"Then... the Mingwang Group has been wiped out?"
His heart trembled, and he instinctively looked at Eunuch Chen, then at Yang Ling, somewhat stunned.
Shi Haixuan fell silent for a moment, then grinned and said:
"Master Yang, I'm not questioning you. There's just one thing I find strange.
Any expert capable of beheading Shi Tianhu would never kill him outright.
After all, a Shi Tianhu who could talk would certainly be worth more."
"The Great Underworld Temple's bounty on Shi Tianhu