"Make way, quickly, make way!" Qin Feng anxiously pushed aside the crowd blocking his path and, with Lian in tow, finally made his way into the main hall.
A thick stench of blood lingered beneath his nose.
He looked around and saw countless cultivators standing dumbfounded in every direction. The scene was deathly silent.
In an open space ahead lay blood all over the ground, along with a round head. The cut was perfectly clean, its eyes wide with fury. Qin Feng took a careful look. Whose head could it be, if not Zong Shenliang's?
This fellow... was really dead!
His body, however, was nowhere to be seen. No one knew where it had gone.
When Lian, who had rushed in after him, saw that head, she could not help raising a hand to cover her little mouth. Her gaze trembled, and she could not believe her eyes.
Zong Shenliang... had truly been killed?
What about the restrictions of the Hehe Realm?
One had to know that the prohibition against freely fighting within the Hehe Realm was not some written rule decreed by anyone. It was born from countless tragic lessons throughout the ages.
Every cultivator who had made a move within the Hehe Realm, regardless of cultivation or strength, had come to no good end. With so many precedents before them, later generations had not dared cross the Thunder Pool by even half a step.
Logically speaking, even if Lu Ye had truly attacked Zong Shenliang here, the Hehe Realm's restrictions should have activated the very instant he acted. There was no way Zong Shenliang could have been killed.
Yet the truth was that Zong Shenliang's head lay on the ground before them, his eyes still open in death.
"Where is Lu Ye?" Qin Feng asked with a dark