The scene fell deathly silent.
The Martial Saints' faces were grim, and they were filled with dread.
A Great Accomplishment Martial Saint had died. This was no small matter; even for the Zuo Clan, it was a major loss.
On top of that, the Zuo Clan had lost a cluster of Divine Medicine.
"Divine Medicine!"
The three Great Accomplishment Martial Saints murmured, sweat pouring from their foreheads.
It was a cultivation resource for the Spirit Wander Realm. Even the Zuo Clan had to pay an enormous price to obtain Divine Medicine.
Yet because they had found someone to take the fall, the Zuo Clan's accumulation over many years had come to nothing.
One could imagine how furious the Zuo Clan would be.
At the same time, one could imagine how powerful that Spirit Wander from another land must have been, to make the Haiyue Zuo Clan, which had dominated the Various Islands for thousands of years, bow its head and willingly offer up Divine Medicine to quell his anger.
"We're finished!"
Green Hair's Father, already badly wounded, went limp once more, his face full of despair.
The other Martial Saints who had agreed to finding a scapegoat were likewise horrified, feeling their lives ticking away.
"Ah!"
What followed held no surprises. As screams rang out, the Martial Saints who had dominated Xifeng Island for years perished one after another.
Before a Spirit Wander, none could escape.
Having made their choice, they had to bear the consequences, but those consequences had to be paid for with their lives.
Haiyue Island.
Jiang Ping had barely taken a few sips of tea when the Zuo Clan's Lesser Spirit Wander returned.
This was one demonstration of a Spirit Wander's power: traversing ten thousand miles in moments and acting as fast as lightning.
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