"Have three Golden Immortals of the Heart Demon Race fallen? This is quite extraordinary."
"It's not an easy task to kill Immortals of the Heart Demon Race, let alone Golden Immortals."
"I suppose the Immortals of the Heart Demon Race must be furious beyond measure."
"Even the Immortal Race finds it difficult to cultivate Golden Immortals."
Grand Elder Chang Sui stroked his grizzled beard.
He pondered the various consequences that might follow this event.
Offending the Heart Demon Race will surely provoke a mad retaliation.
The aftermath might lead to rivers of blood.
But the question remains: which race, which Immortal executed such deeds?
"Senior Brother Chang, I might already know who killed those three Golden Immortals of the Heart Demon Race."
At this moment, Fifth Elder Zhao Qingsu displayed a strange expression, as if he had received some news.
"What? You know who did it? Who was it?"
