"Fighting broke out?"
Wang Ba was puzzled by what he heard.
When had the Heavenly Gate Sect and the Incense Dao ever been on peaceful terms?
"This time is different. Even Li Canghai died in battle!"
The Fisherman shook his head as he spoke.
Hearing this, Wang Ba was genuinely somewhat shocked.
"Li Canghai is dead?!"
"How is that possible!"
He still remembered Li Canghai's rugged face and burly build. Even without making a move, the man gave off an overwhelming sense of pressure.
Not to mention his formidable cultivation, which had sent Zhu Ziji, fifth on the Heavenly Gate Sect's Combat Strength Rankings, fleeing in disgrace.
That encounter not long ago remained vivid in his mind.
Someone like that had died just like that?
"Could... could he have faked his death?"
Wang Ba could not help asking.
Most members of the Yin God Lineage were Spirit Refining cultivators, well versed in the ways of the Divine Soul. Body Seizure was as simple as eating and drinking to them.
Of course, generally speaking, they had little interest in Body Seizure. After all, Spirit Refining cultivators did not particularly care about Spiritual Roots, and after a Body Seizure, they had to open a Spiritual Platform anew, expend their Divine Soul, and adjust to the body. It merely wasted time, with the losses outweighing the gains.
But if their lives were at stake, that was another matter.
Li Canghai was an outstanding figure among Incense Dao cultivators. Even without the Yin God's blessing, he had roamed unchecked across the Chen Kingdom, rarely meeting his match among his peers. Wang Ba did not believe for a moment that such a man lacked means to preserve his life.
The Fisherman said:
"I'm not sure about that. But I heard Li Canghai was pursuing a