Beside Liu Yinmeng stood the Divine Realm Master, who was the master of Huaxia, Wu Shanhe.
Wu Shanhe was a pure martial artist, and he was most troubled by cultivators like Sang Kun and Sang Gao who dabble in treacherous paths.
When Sang Gao cast a sinister look at him, Wu Shanhe immediately snorted coldly and said.
"I have never met Sang Kun."
"As for this group of young ones, how could they be a match for Sang Kun?"
"If Sang Kun has been killed, you should not come here to look for the murderer."
Wu Shanhe did not wish to confront Sang Gao, yet also did not want to tarnish the prestige of Huaxia cultivators.
The tone of his conversation with Sang Gao was equally firm.
"Hmph!"
"Of course, I know you are not a match for my second brother."
"But who knows if you would use some vicious means."
"Near my second brother's corpse, I could sense the aura of a few of you."
"If you do not hand over the murderer, you all will become dead men!"
