The leading elder was dressed in a dark red robe. His face was gaunt, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he exuded a heart-stopping Evil Qi and a formidable pressure.
The two young men behind him were richly dressed and carried themselves with a distinguished air, but their faces were now twisted in shock and rage.
"Zhifu!"
"Where is she!?"
The two young men cried out in shock upon seeing the mangled mess of flesh and blood on the ground.
It was obvious from the scene before them that Wang Zhifu had met a terrible end—not even a complete body remained.
"Who!? Who dares kill a member of my Wang Family!?" one of the young men, his face a mask of arrogance, roared, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
The other young man looked to the elder and asked in a low voice, "Elder Zhu, are there any clues?"
