After Ming Chen and his group left the Phoenix Race, their expressions were terrifyingly grim. The guards following them didn't dare to ask a single question and simply flew behind them in silence.
"Ming Chen, what are we going to say when we get back?" the man beside him finally asked. He only broke his silence once they were outside.
But when he spoke, his voice was incredibly grating, like a broken gong being struck repeatedly, sounding extremely harsh. His name was Nangong Ming, an expert from the Nangong Family and a loyal subordinate of the Celestial Nether Divine Kingdom.
"What is there to say? Could the Phoenix Race have really killed our Evil Spirit Race ancestor? That's impossible! He was a Saint King, an existence that had reached the point of immortality. How could he possibly die!" Ming Chen was extremely displeased. This was their ancestor. If he was killed, beyond the impact on their plans, the greater tragedy was the death of their ancestor!
