"Someone actually got killed?" The many True Adepts were startled and immediately assumed fighting stances.
The Golden Core who had been killed was the one Elder Lü had severed an arm from with a single sword strike. Though he was only a Low-Grade Golden Core, since he had dared join the siege against Moving Mountain Adept, his methods could not have been too poor.
Unfortunately, he had already been injured, and he had let down his guard at that moment. He had never expected anyone to dare brazenly launch a surprise attack and harm someone in such a setting, so he was instantly cut in two.
This was also a reality the other True Adepts could not accept—if you were going to be so unscrupulous, then do not blame us for refusing to cooperate.
Elder Lü spoke expressionlessly. "This man is Chaoxi Adept of the Rogue Cultivators Alliance. He did not conceal his identity, but do you know that he cultivated an exceptionally vile harvesting art?"
"Is that so?" Someone smiled dismissively. The implication was obvious: if you wanted to condemn someone, you could always find an excuse.
"Since I dared say it, I naturally dare take responsibility," Elder Lü said, raising a hand. "He is not quite dead yet. I ask Feng Mountain Lord to perform a Divination."
"Heh." Several True Adepts wore unconvinced expressions. Feng Jun was one of yours, was he not?
At that moment, Hong Yao Adept stepped forward and cupped her hands. "May I inspect his Storage Pouch?"
Great Dream Adept raised a hand and restrained Chaoxi Adept, but said nothing.
Hong Yao Adept walked up and sent her Divine Sense into the other man's Storage Pouch. Her expression immediately changed. She instinctively drew a short blade and gritted her teeth. "Damn him!"
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