Members of the Lu Association guarded every side of the Castle's perimeter.
When they saw someone fall through the corridor window, three or four men in black immediately rushed over.
But when they saw that the man who had fallen was Uncle Pang, they were all stunned.
One of the men hurriedly crouched down and checked several times before picking up his radio in a panic. "P-President, Uncle Pang is dead."
On the other end of the radio, Lü Qingzhou's expression changed dramatically. "Which bastard is spouting nonsense over there? Watch it, or I'll tear your mouth apart."
The other men in black immediately took out their radios.
"President, it really is Uncle Pang. He's really dead."
"Uncle Pang fell out of the second-floor corridor. We don't know who did it."
As his subordinates confirmed the news one after another, Lü Qingzhou's face turned a sickly purple. "H-how is that possible?"
Elsewhere, Lodi was initially shocked by the news as well, but his expression soon turned into a mocking sneer, as though Uncle Pang had gotten what he deserved.
Standing at the hole in the second-floor wall, Chen Hao coldly watched the blood-soaked Uncle Pang.
Only after confirming that Uncle Pang was dead did he breathe a sigh of relief and head back inside, looking drained.
Although the Earth-Shattering Staff Strike was immensely powerful, it consumed far too much spiritual energy. He had to find somewhere to recuperate, or he would likely be doomed if he encountered another Qi Refiner.
Activating the Heavenly Eye Art and looking around, Chen Hao suddenly spotted a hidden chamber of a little over ten square meters directly beneath a secluded room. Qin Yumo and Elder Qin were hiding inside it. Clearly, it was an emergency shelter.
Carefully approaching the wall, Chen Hao tapped it