At the Dou Zong powerhouse's words, the expressions of the Hall of Souls experts all changed.
His name was Hai Miao. He practiced a Blood Path Cultivation Method and was extraordinarily sensitive to blood, allowing him to detect traces the others had missed. Even within the Hall of Souls, he was an expert renowned for his tracking skills.
Under everyone's gaze, Hai Miao sniffed the air and slowly walked toward the spot where the three Hall of Souls experts had lain in ambush, constantly turning his head as though trying to confirm something.
Soon, he reached the place where the Hall of Souls experts had died. A cold smile flashed in his eyes as he scooped up a handful of soil. Dou Qi surged within him, and he extracted a drop of blood from the earth.
At the sight of the blood in his hand, everyone's expression changed, and they began eyeing one another warily.
As everyone watched, the blood in Hai Miao's hand gradually separated under his control. An exceedingly fine strand peeled away from it, and he opened his mouth and swallowed it.
Watching Hai Miao's actions, the Hall of Souls experts felt their eyelids twitch as an ominous feeling rose within them.
"Slightly sweet on the tongue, with a lingering sweetness... this is A Bo's aura..."
At Hai Miao's words, everyone's expression changed dramatically, and they stared at him in horror.
Hai Miao, however, noticed none of this. His eyes were closed as he savored the taste lingering in his mouth.
"There's a sharp aura in the blood. It seems he was killed with a single strike. The killer probably used some kind of sharp weapon. Judging by the residual aura, a saber, sword, or something similar is most likely..."
As they listened to Hai Miao's analysis,