"How could this happen? Xueyue... how could she end up like this?"
Before the stone house, Heng Yongxing stared in disbelief at Heng Xueyue's corpse and Heng Xuanqing's group of three, their bodies covered in blade wounds.
"Third Uncle, Uncle De, Uncle Xinming, didn't you say it would only be peaceful competition, that there wouldn't be a fight to the death?
Why? Why is Xueyue dead?"
Heng Yongxing roared wildly. Heng Xueyue was a young prodigy of the Heng Family.
Even if they had two prodigies, losing one was still a devastating blow to the Heng Family.
Heng Yongxing himself would become a sinner as well.
"It was Jiang Changkong. Jiang Changyue had always wanted to kill Xueyue. This time, no one expected Jiang Changkong to suddenly attack, and for his secret art to erupt."
Heng Xuanqing wore a grief-stricken expression. "The thirty-four of us joined forces, but we couldn't withstand the secret art. In the end..."
After listening to Heng Xuanqing's account, Heng Yongxing could no longer bear the blow. He staggered backward and collapsed onto the ground.
"Xueyue!"
Two cries of grief rang out as Yao Meng and Nan Tianpang hurried over.
"What are you doing here?" Heng Yongxing's face turned icy as he shouted furiously. "Aren't you close with Jiang Changkong? Did you come here to put on a show of false sympathy?"
"Yongxing, what exactly happened? Xueyue, she..." Yao Meng and Nan Tianpang looked pale as they gazed sorrowfully at Heng Xueyue lying on the ground.
"Your good friend, Jiang Changkong, killed her."
Heng Yongxing's expression was cold. "Satisfied now? The Heng Family has lost a prodigy. Are you happy?"
"You... I... sigh."
The two opened their mouths, but in the end, only a heavy sigh escaped them.
"Miss Yao Meng, Young Master Nan, if you