At this thought, the Old Clan Leader could no longer suppress his killing intent.
"Has Hong Old Devil gone mad?"
"To dare commit such an outrage beneath my very eyes—though I must chase him through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, I will grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes."
Chen Nianzhi did not answer. After carefully inspecting the battlefield, he looked toward Pingling Town and said, "There is no Killing Intent or demonic qi unique to Demonic Cultivators left on the battlefield."
"The essence blood and souls of the dead mortals were not extracted either. There is even pure Daoist true qi lingering here. This does not seem to be the work of Demonic Cultivators, but rather that of righteous-path cultivators."
"Righteous-path cultivators?"
The Old Clan Leader exchanged a glance with Chen Qinghao, disbelief written across his face. "How could that be possible? How could righteous-path cultivators dare commit such an outrage?"
"Whether the culprit is righteous or demonic, what he has done is no different from a Demonic Cultivator." As Chen Nianzhi spoke, a cold gleam flashed through his eyes. "Demonic Cultivators pursue profit above all else. They would not take such a great risk to kill people and gain nothing from it."
"Judging from Pingling Town's condition, this looks more like vengeance and the venting of hatred—a desire to perish together with us."
"Then who could it be?" A chill suddenly filled Chen Qinghao's eyes, and killing intent overflowed from his face. "Could it be Lin Baixi of the Lin Clan? You ruined his Dao Path, and he acted out of resentment?"
Chen Nianzhi shook his head. "The Lin Clan has a great household and great assets. They likely would not dare take this step."
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head and met