Making Trouble

Ning Fa looked at Ji Minxiong, whose eyes had closed and whose life had departed, his own eyes filled with sorrow.

Though Ji Minxiong's aptitude was inferior to Zheng Xuanyan's, it was still rare in this world.

Before reaching two hundred years of age, he had already attained Mid Golden Core. In the future, he might well have had hope of charging toward the Nascent Soul realm.

Yet he had perished together with trash like Chu Kai, dying with his Dao extinguished.

Ning Fa truly felt it was not worth it for him, and he himself was deeply pained as well.

After all, among the sect's many Golden Core Elders, aside from Zheng Xuanyan, he had the best relationship with Ji Minxiong.

And the reason Ji Minxiong had used his hand to kill himself was so that the Huayu Sect would have an explanation for the Tianyang Sect.

At that moment, the gray-robed old man flew over.

Seeing Chu Kai's severed corpse, his aged face immediately turned deathly pale.

Pointing at Ning Fa, he shouted sternly, "Ning Fa! Your Huayu Sect killed a Golden Core Cultivator of our Tianyang Sect. This matter will absolutely not end like this! Once this old man returns..."

Before he could finish, Ning Fa, who was holding Ji Minxiong's body, suddenly turned to look at him.

An incomparably ferocious aura erupted from his body, like a savage beast of the primordial wilderness.

The gray-robed old man, who had already suffered grievous injuries, felt as though a great mountain were crushing down upon him, nearly stopping his breath.

Fear rose in his eyes. He turned to flee, only to find that the surrounding space had frozen solid like refined iron, making even turning around exceedingly difficult.

Ning Fa raised his right hand. Violent Silver Lightning flickered