After Zhang Wuji left, Golden Wheel Monk and the others arrived at the scene and discovered that Xue Muhua had long since stopped breathing. They were greatly alarmed. "How did he die?"
Before long, Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong also found their way over. Seeing the situation before them, they flew into a rage. "You scoundrels, you actually killed him to silence him."
Golden Wheel Monk explained, "He was already like this when we arrived. We have no idea what happened either."
Hong Qigong sneered. "Don't tell me you're claiming Sect Leader Zhang did it? Sect Leader Zhang is renowned for his kind heart. Why would he kill the man?"
Golden Wheel Monk was growing angry as well. "I am the Mongol Imperial Preceptor. Do I need to lie about something like this? If I said it wasn't me, then it wasn't me."
Zhou Botong's eyes spun. "If it wasn't you, then it must have been these fellows?" Before his voice had faded, he grabbed at Nimoxing. Nimoxing's legs had already been broken, and he relied entirely on a crutch to support himself. He was far slower than at his peak, and with Zhou Botong attacking so suddenly, how could he possibly block it? In an instant, Zhou Botong seized the major acupoint on his shoulder.
"Let him go!" Golden Wheel Monk roared. Though he had never gotten along with these men, they were at least from the same camp. Moreover, after mastering the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, his heart and perspective had broadened considerably. He no longer regarded them as enemies, but subconsciously treated them as his underlings—though the others certainly would not acknowledge such a relationship. Now that he saw one of his underlings being bullied, how could he stand by and do nothing?
He immediately blasted a