Cao Ping followed several of his elders out of the mine, his mind reeling. In Chengtian Domain, there were actually forces even the Shengwu Immortal Sect couldn't afford to offend—and they had such little renown.
Once outside, the group quickly led the Flying Star Sect disciples away from this place of trouble.
Not long afterward, three streaks of light flew in from the horizon and stopped directly above the mine.
They were three men of similar age, all around thirty and dressed in gray robes.
After glancing over the corpses strewn across the ground, their expressions changed dramatically. They entered the mine, split up, and began searching the area.
A short while later, the three had finished inspecting the mine and regrouped in front of the middle-aged man's body, which had been cut in half at the waist.
One of them held a corpse cleaved cleanly in two, along with half a broken sword.
"What exactly happened here?" one of them asked, frowning, his brow furrowed with confusion.
"Qingsong was at the fifth level of the Xiantian Realm. Ordinary martial artists at the sixth level couldn't have handled him. Whoever did this was no weakling."
The man holding the corpse set it down, picked up the broken half of the sword, and continued:
"Qinghan's flying sword was a high-grade magical artifact. Even against a top-grade magical artifact, it shouldn't have ended up like this. Whoever struck must have used a magic treasure. Perhaps a Disha Realm martial artist made the attack."
"Not necessarily. If a Disha Realm martial artist had done it, there'd have been no need to use a magic treasure. A couple of casual moves would have been enough to crush Qingsong and the others."
The last man crouched down and closed the middle-aged man's eyes, still wide