"The Saint Heir... has been killed?"
Mu Jie and a group of Spirit Race disciples witnessed this horrifying scene, turning pale with fright, nearly fainting on the spot.
How could the Saint Heir possibly die, how could he die?
And how could he die so easily?
"Xiao Chen, could it have been too severe?" Ye Yufei's expression also shifted, as she was well aware of what the Saint Heir meant to the Spirit Race.
The death of a Saint Heir is not something that can be easily glossed over; it is bound to cause a big commotion.
"It's not my doing!" Xiao Chen shrugged helplessly, "I didn't kill him!"
"Huh?" Although Ye Yufei trusted Xiao Chen implicitly, she had clearly just seen Xiao Chen's sword pierce through Mu Shaoren's body.
What on earth was going on?
Could it be that she was hallucinating?
"You murderer, how dare you quibble, the Clan Leader won't let you off!" Mu Jie cursed at Xiao Chen.
