Murong Tao was taken under his wing thirty years ago.
Now, he is less than forty but already an Eighth Grade Grandmaster.
Breaking into the Transcendent Realm is just around the corner.
Lu Tianchao holds Murong Tao in high regard.
Now, his most valued disciple has suddenly died, how could he not be furious?
"Someone come!!!"
Lu Tianchao shouted sternly.
A man appeared here.
"Tributor Lu, what do you need?"
The man spoke, half-kneeling in front of Lu Tianchao.
"My disciple Murong Tao is dead, investigate thoroughly what happened, who the murderer is?"
Lu Tianchao shouted.
"Young Master Murong has been killed."
The man's expression changed immediately, his pupils contracted.
"Understood."
"I will investigate immediately and report back to the Tribute."
The man nodded quickly in response.
"Dare to kill my disciple, Murong Tao? No matter who you are, you must die!!!"
Lu Tianchao's expression turned cold, a terrifying killing intent erupted from his body.
