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The disciple's words left everyone present staring in shock and disbelief. What did he mean by "exploded"?
Xuan Ming could not help but rebuke him. "Calm down! What exactly happened?"
The disciple wore a grief-stricken expression. "Just now, while some senior and junior brothers were cultivating, their entire bodies suddenly burst apart. Some did not even leave whole corpses behind!"
Xuan Ming's body swayed involuntarily. Steadying himself, he asked, "How many were there?"
The disciple shook his head. "I don't know! Too many!"
The moment he heard that, Xuan Ming could not even remain standing. He rushed out and shouted, "Call everyone from Medicine King Hall! Gather everyone together!"
In an instant, the entire Shaolin Temple descended into chaos, every corner filled with tense unease.
It was not until an hour later that Xuan Ming finally sorted out the situation. In that brief instant, Shaolin Temple had actually lost ninety percent of its young disciples below the Spirit Transformation Realm!
At that moment, beneath the overcast rain, Xuan Ming's expression was even more terrifying than the gloomy sky itself. There was even a trace of madness in it.
Xuan Ming roared at the chief of Medicine King Hall, "What happened? Did someone poison the kitchen?"
The instant he learned of this, Xuan Ming thought of what had happened to Yuan Kong and Yuan Hai before.
He had immediately investigated the kitchen. Yuan Hai had indeed been there, but he came almost every day. He had not touched the food, and some of the martial monks in the kitchen had eaten the same things as everyone else, yet they were unharmed.
There had even been a Xiantian Realm disciple who volunteered to eat the remaining food from the kitchen.