"Su Tatian has been killed."
Jiang Cong recalled the scene in his mind, still unable to conceal his astonishment in his words.
"Su Tatian? The Ninth Sect Master of the Red Sun Divine Sect, ranked forty-ninth on the Tongtian Ranking, Su Tatian?"
Mon Xing's pupils contracted.
Jiang Cong nodded.
"Who killed him?" Elder Chen hurriedly asked.
Jiang Cong replied, "A youth who is just over twenty, maybe not even twenty yet. He had an unfamiliar face, and his identity was unknown."
"Jiang Cong, are you kidding me?"
Mon Xing stared at Jiang Cong with a face full of doubt.
Over twenty or maybe not even twenty years old, killing Su Tatian?
That's absurd!
Jiang Cong chuckled bitterly, "How could I joke about something like this? I really saw it with my own eyes, and he killed Su Tatian with just three moves."
"Moreover, it wasn't just Su Tatian; there were others who also died at his hands."
"Who were they?" Mon Xing pressed.
