The lingering roar and howl swept through the mountains.
The killing intent Lian Youming had just restrained surged again, like a tiger bursting from its cage, beyond all control.
He retrieved his sword, sheathed it, and was already steadying his breath.
The heirs of the various Taiji lineages hurried over to the three corpses, their faces showing nothing but shock, anger, and gravity.
"Disciples of the Golden Toad Sect!"
"Why would they do this?"
"Hmph, that old ghost sits meditating in the mountains. What business does he have meddling with our Taiji Gate? In the end, he must have some other aim."
"These are... Pulse Gate Nails!!!"
The one-eyed elder of the Sun Lineage suddenly twitched and pried two nails from between one corpse's fingers.
With matters having reached this point, there was much to ponder.
However confused anyone might have been, they all sensed something unusual about this.
Their enemies had struck from the shadows repeatedly. They seemed intent on killing Lian Youming, but their real aim might have been to prevent the Taiji Gate from being rebuilt. "But going about it this way is far too stupid!"
Someone curled his lip.
Trying to assassinate Lian Youming in full view of everyone was nothing short of a fool's dream.
"No, perhaps they only wanted to wound him badly."
"Hey, all of you bloody well wait!"
As everyone continued arguing, the Chen Family Fist elder abruptly raised his voice, bellowing loudly enough to drive everyone back. Then, under their bewildered gazes, he actually stripped the trousers off one of the corpses.
There were quite a few female cultivators and female disciples of the various schools nearby. Their expressions changed at once, brows rising and eyes flashing. They were about to rebuke him, but swallowed their words, their gazes shifting uncertainly.