Ling Wudeng was initially a bit perplexed.
But when he saw everyone's gazes fixed on Lin Fan, he took a glance around again, noticing several pools of blood mist on the ground.
He pondered for a moment and raised an eyebrow.
"Dead?"
The followers immediately became as silent as cicadas in cold weather, turning their heads away, not daring to look directly.
But he didn't need them to answer; Ling Wudeng already knew, it seemed Tian Ming and the others had been killed by Lin Fan.
A Dao Venerate of the Ninth Layer couldn't stop Lin Fan, a Ninth Rank Saint Emperor.
Dead and unworthy of pity.
The Heavenly Clan shouldn't harbor such garbage.
"Hmph."
Ling Wudeng let out a light snicker, but the followers trembled violently, shaking intensely.
"Ling followers, this... this matter has nothing to do with us... really nothing to do..."
"It was all Lin Fan's doing... we didn't move, didn't participate at all..."
