A Nascent Soul cultivator of the Zhao Family was enraged beyond measure.
Earlier, he sensed the disturbance from Zhao Hui and others' deaths, so he hurried over immediately.
No one could have predicted, he still arrived too late.
Not only was he unable to save Zhao Hui and the others, even the murderer had vanished without a trace.
Boom~~
A powerful Nascent Soul spiritual sense swept across all directions, covering a thousand miles, attempting to find clues in the area.
Anyone suspicious would be apprehended immediately.
"Who exactly killed Zhao Hui and the others, dare to offend our Zhao Family, this is courting death?"
"Was it the Demon Race cultivators?"
"No, it wasn't the Demon Race cultivators. Judging by the power of the bloodline curse, it was a human cultivator."
"Damn, which bastard did this, how dare you kill our Zhao Family's Golden Core, do you think our Zhao Family is weak now? So eager to rise up?"
The faces of many Zhao Family Nascent Souls were gloomy.
