"Hehe..."
The alluring woman from the Palace of the Holy Maiden couldn't help but laugh, "Yuange, hasn't your Junior Brother Chen Xing been dispatched yet, but he's already been killed by someone?"
Yuange's face darkened, able to detect the sarcasm in her words.
Their relationship wasn't particularly good; any previous courtesy was only temporary and merely superficial.
Looking at people from the other six sects, they were all smiling and glancing his way, undisguised schadenfreude in their eyes.
Yuange's expression turned grim, and he coldly asked the disciple, "Who was he killed by?"
"A man in a red robe," the disciple replied.
"Him again?"
Yuange's eyes flashed coldly, "Isn't this person supposed to have only a First Grade Spiritual Body Realm cultivation base? Chen Xing is a First Grade Void Heaven Realm and should be able to crush him; how could he possibly die by this man's hand?"
