Ao Zhantian shrugged. After his astonishment, his expression turned indifferent. "It has nothing to do with either of us anyway. Why bother about it?"
"Ah, we should still go out and take a look!" Xiao Hua pondered for a moment, then ultimately chose to rise.
Ao Zhantian rose helplessly, seemingly not yet pulled free from his recent realization.
But when they stepped out of the pavilion and saw the corpse floating in midair, both were greatly shocked. For lying there in the air was a human cultivator! The cultivator wore golden soft armor, but there was now a bowl-sized hole in his chest. The armor had been shattered, and blood poured forth like a stream!
"Ao... Ao Jingbo!" Upon seeing the cultivator's face, Ao Zhantian could not help crying out in a low voice. "He is a Confucian cultivator from Jing Province!"
Xiao Hua's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked, "Could it be that Ao Jingbo also possessed sixth-grade Yuan force cultivation?"
Hearing this, Ao Zhantian seemed to think of something as well. Suppressing the terror in his heart, he said quietly, "This Ao does not know Ao Jingbo's exact strength, but... it is said that he was only around fifth-grade Yuan force!"
"This..." Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes. Earlier, he and Ao Zhantian had both believed this to be infighting among the Demon Race, involving Demon Race experts as well. Yet Ao Jingbo's death told them plainly that this... was not merely a matter of the Demon Race; it also involved the human race.
Xiao Hua had thought of it, so how could Ao Zhantian not? A chill ran through Ao Zhantian's entire body. He looked around to either side, as though the murderer who had ambushed and slain three demons and one human was nearby, watching him.
Bang...