Master Lu Shengkai's emotions at that moment were indescribable—whether it was agony, despair, or a sense of relief. Staring at the body of his own son, Lu Shengkai fell into a brief stupor.
In the Land of Immortals, death was common. Lu Shengkai had killed enough people to fill a pond over his journey.
"Family Head!" A few minutes later, other members of the Lu Family also arrived one after another. Seeing Lu Tianhao dead on the ground, some wailed in grief, some were enraged, and some secretly curled their lips in a smirk.
"Who did it!"
"Damn it! Whoever killed the Young Master of our Lu Family, we have to turn the world upside down to find them!"
"Family Head, please restrain your grief."
People spoke over each other.
It was not until then that the voices of the people started to slowly ring in Lu Shengkai's head.
Tian Hao is dead... Yes, my only son is dead, his head shattered, his Divine Sense obliterated.
"Shut up, all of you!" Lu Shengkai suddenly bellowed in fury.
