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Yang Ling looked at the burly, bald man. "Shi Haixuan, what exactly are you questioning me about?"

Shi Haixuan seemed surprised that Yang Ling knew his religious name. He froze for a moment.

Eunuch Xu and the other lantern keeper exchanged glances. Each saw a trace of concern in the other's eyes.

Judging by Shi Haixuan's reaction, the head on the ground really did belong to Shi Tianhu.

But how could such a formidable fighter have died at the hands of someone who had yet to reach the Fourth Grade?

The middle-aged man in Divine Guard Bureau robes looked from the head to Yang Ling, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The other Fifth Grade experts were shaken to their cores.

Shi Tianhu was dead!?

The renegade Abyssal Martial Artist, the leader of the Mingwang Group, had died just like that?

What shocked them even more was Yang Ling's attitude.

He was facing Shi Haixuan, a Middle Fourth-Grade Grandmaster who commanded more than ten thousand troops in the Abyssal Army. Yet he spoke to him with such blunt authority?

A strange look flashed through Eunuch Xu's eyes. The head Yang Ling had brought really was Shi Tianhu's!

So the Mingwang Group has been wiped out?

His heart lurched. He glanced at Eunuch Chen, then back at Yang Ling, looking stunned.

Shi Haixuan fell silent for a moment, then grinned.

"Official Yang, I'm not questioning you. There's just one thing I find strange.

"No expert capable of beheading Shi Tianhu would kill him outright.

"After all, a Shi Tianhu who can still talk is surely worth more."

"The Great Nether Temple offered a Three-Thousand-Year Ebony Snake-Gall Fruit for Shi Tianhu."

Yang Ling looked around. "That's right, isn't it?"

The others exchanged glances and nodded silently.

The reward had been set. If it had