Duan Xing quickly stepped forward and stopped in front of the body of Duan Tianlong lying on the ground, his muscles twitching violently as if he were having a seizure.
He couldn't accept what he saw in front of him, his voice full of grief: "Tianlong... Tianlong, are you alright?"
He crouched down and gently shook Duan Tianlong's body, but there was no response from Duan Tianlong at all.
Trembling, he extended his fingers under Duan Tianlong's nose, and not sensing any breath, his body shuddered, and he sat down heavily on the ground, his face extremely grim.
"Search for them! I want to know where my grandson and the Hidden Kill Four Emperors are?" Duan Xing's eyes glimmered with hatred and anger as he ordered eight trusted martial artists.
"Yes, sir." The eight martial artists immediately responded with clasped fists.
Then the figures of the eight started to search throughout the villa estate.
