Luo Qianjue watched Liao Chuan flee but didn't give chase. As the saying goes, one shouldn't pursue a desperate foe. Besides, Liao Chuan was remarkably strong, and they had no deep-seated blood feud.
When he saw that the mysterious man in black robes had also departed, Luo Qianjue felt a pang of regret at not having made his acquaintance, but he quickly pushed the feeling aside.
"Let's go have a look!"
Luo Qianjue called out and led his three fellow disciples from Xu Wang Mountain, hurrying over to the spot where Zhu He had died.
The scene was a complete wreck. Large bloodstains covered the ground, and the air was thick with the smell of acrid smoke.
Zhu He's body had been obliterated by that devastating punch and the subsequent blast of Gang Qi, reduced to a bloody mist and unrecognizable fragments. Only a few scraps of flesh remained as a testament to the fall of an Astral Force Perfection master.
