"Oh." Xue Qianbai hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Although he didn’t know who this person in front of him was.
But just now, Xue Qianbai saw Li Changqing perform the Dragon Capture Hand, its power truly astonishing. He was undoubtedly a martial arts expert, though he seemed a bit greedy for wealth.
Moreover, this person didn’t have the aura of Innate True Essence. In Xue Qianbai’s view, he should be a Painting Saint master.
Do Painting Saint masters lack money like this?
Shouldn’t they be swimming in wealth?
Sure enough, shortly after the two left, the city soldiers arrived here, dozens of them. Their footsteps were heavy, and the armor they wore was exceptionally heavy. When they saw traces of battle here, they were startled.
The bluestone slabs on the ground had been shattered, and a large pit had been blasted out.
"Make way." A dull voice rang out, followed by a towering figure stepping forward. His stature was colossal, over two meters tall, making the men seven to eight feet tall beside him seem like small monkeys.
The man with the giant build had a profound aura, clad in black iron armor, clearly a General.
"General Zhao, we have found seven corpses." A soldier approached respectfully.
The General crouched down, looking at the corpse on the ground, which no longer had a head or right arm. But when he saw the exposed bones at the neck, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"It’s an Innate Great Perfection master."
"Innate Great Perfection?" Everyone was shocked. Such individuals were top experts in the Cangyuan Realm, rare to encounter normally, and now one has died here?
"General, how do you know? This person doesn’t even have a head." A soldier beside him was somewhat surprised.
"Bones cultivated to such strength have undergone a second transformation, naturally stepping into the Innate Great Perfection realm." The General lifted the left arm of the corpse, examining Old Demon Xiang’s palm, frowning as he spoke: "The palm is so smooth, with incredibly fluent meridians. Seems to be a palm technique expert."
"The flesh is not young, probably over sixty years old."
The General checked the items Old Demon Xiang carried.
Nothing much on him, just some silver notes and a bag of rations.
The General opened the rations to check, finding only some dried meat.
He tore the dried meat into pieces, held it under his nose, and sniffed, saying: "It’s Purple Vine Beef. This type of cow grows in coastal areas, where the grass consumed is rich in salt, giving the meat a salty taste. This person likes Purple Vine Beef, and is a palm technique expert over sixty, at Innate Great Perfection."
"Should be the Old Demon Xiang on the black list."
The General casually tossed the dried meat aside, clapping his hands to remove the meat fragments.
"The General is indeed formidable!"
The soldiers beside him widened their eyes.
"No wonder he is our Beihan Country’s protective General." Immediately, someone praised: "But daring to stir trouble in General Zhao Beiming’s place, they must be tired of living. Once we find out who did it, they must be severely punished."
"To slay Old Demon Xiang, that person is truly an expert, and Old Demon Xiang is on the black list; highly likely it’s done by professional hunters." Zhao Beiming seriously examined the sword wounds on the body.
One sword severed the arm.
One sword severed the head.
The cuts are neat, the swordsmanship so astonishing, and seeing the smoothness at the broken bones, indicates this person held a Divine Weapon.
"Who can it be?"
A soldier couldn’t help but be curious.
Zhao Beiming closed his eyes slowly, names surfacing in his mind.
Many swordsmanship experts, and many wielders of Divine Weapons.
But able to kill Old Demon Xiang so effortlessly, such individuals are few, meeting these conditions and are not too far from Beihan City...
"Shao Wuqi of the Shao family in Nanqiu Town."
"Our Beihan Country’s Glazed Sword Venerable Nansun Liuli."
"Ice Soul Sword Master of the Great Yuan Dynasty, Wei Kong."
"Thousand Snow Sword Venerable of Dao Mountain Ancient Land, Xue Qianbai."
"These who are nearby have possibilities." Zhao Beiming analyzed.
"Making such a fuss in our Beihan Country, truly arrogant, no matter who, if not for running quickly, if they encountered you, General, you’d teach them a lesson!"
Some soldiers grumbled angrily.
"General, those other corpses turned out to be Ghost Race." A soldier reported.
"Ghost Race?"
Zhao Beiming frowned, then picked up his spear to investigate.
The soldiers following him looked at the spear Zhao Beiming held.
It was like a pillar of the sky, gigantic and extremely heavy; usually, trying to lift it was a struggle, but in Zhao Beiming’s hand, it was very fluid.
"I’ve heard of the people the General just mentioned, all first-class swordsmanship experts, very formidable. If they indeed caused trouble in our Beihan City, can we withstand it?" A new soldier asked his centurion quietly.
"Don’t worry."
The centurion was not concerned at all: "If they dare to come, the General will surely teach them a lesson."
"The name Nine Truths Spear Zhao Beiming isn’t for show." The soldier said with a smile.
Meanwhile, Li Changqing and Xue Qianbai had long fled far away.
"Where are you headed?" Xue Qianbai followed behind Li Changqing, initially thinking to go to Li Changqing’s place to treat some injuries, but Xue Qianbai found Li Changqing heading towards the direction of a square in the outer city.
"I’m going to fetch something." Li Changqing was still thinking about that Profound Void Ancient Tree trunk.