"Cheng Xiongjia, Yue Zhenhan, why are the two of them here?" The few were momentarily stunned, not expecting the two to have died silently here.
"Old Sun." Duan Yu, with a grave expression, turned over Cheng Xiongjia's body and pointed to the bloody hole on his skull: "Cheng Xiongjia's fatal wound is here."
Their attention immediately focused on the wound.
"These are the marks left by Yue Zhenhan's Nine-section Whip," Sun Guangchun frowned and said. "Why would Yue Zhenhan kill Cheng Xiongjia?"
"Yue Zhenhan died from severe head trauma." Several people looked again at Yue Zhenhan's body, noting the thumb-sized bloody hole in his head.
"He was killed by a master swordsman," Pang Biao, seasoned and knowledgeable, remarked. "I can feel the lingering sharp Sword Intent, it absolutely isn't from an ordinary Qi Condensation cultivator."
"Brother Pang, you mean?" Sun Guangchun and the others were suddenly taken aback.
