Hmm?
Gui Qian's heart stirred with joy, but fury soon overtook his expression. Without even turning his head, he swung a slap toward the figure beside him and bellowed, "Idiot! Don't spout such petty nonsense about lower—"
Bang!
A deafening explosion erupted as Gui Qian's body burst apart, scattering chunks of flesh everywhere. Standing in the spot he had occupied was none other than Fang Tiancheng, white-haired and white-bearded, freshly returned.
The martial artists of the Divine Palace stationed farther away were busy with their tasks, none daring to lift their heads toward Gui Qian lest they invoke his wrath. To them, yet another unfortunate colleague must have angered him and met their end. Little did they know—Gui Qian himself had fallen, his death swift and shocking.