Zuo Huanheng’s face was also tense, first pointing at Zhong Zecheng, and then at Shi Hao: "Is it you, are you the murderer?" Shi Hao smiled and said, "At this point, let’s not act anymore!" "Is the murderer really you?" Zhong Zecheng pointed at Shi Hao. If he wasn’t the murderer, why would he say such things? Shi Hao shook his head and looked at Zuo Huanheng: "You’re not a disciple of Xuan Bing Sect, are you?" Zuo Huanheng shook his head: "So, the murderer is you!" Zhong Zecheng also drew his weapon, pointing it at Shi Hao. Now, the truth had come to light! But Zhong Zecheng still couldn’t understand why Shi Hao would do such a thing. The other party was a Formation Master of Mingyu level! Shi Hao didn’t even glance at Zhong Zecheng, focusing entirely on Zuo Huanheng. "You old fox, I almost got fooled by you." Shi Hao laughed. Seeing Shi Hao completely ignoring him, Zhong Zecheng tightly gripped his sword and suddenly launched an attack, slashing towards Shi Hao’s neck. With a swoosh, the sword was drawn, entwined with the Immortal Rule. One could see that this ordinary weapon could not endure the Immortal Level rule and began to crack, but he only needed to make this one slash. Creating his most powerful move, then killing this demon! Shi Hao seemed completely unaware, making Zhong Zecheng overjoyed. He finally shouted, at this moment, no longer fearing Shi Hao’s discovery. At the instant the sword sliced, Shi Hao punched forcefully onto the sword’s body, sending Zhong Zecheng flying. Throughout the entire process, Shi Hao still didn’t look at him. Zhong Zecheng felt it was unbelievable, he was an Eight-Star Copper Armored Immortal, and Shi Hao was also a Copper Armored Immortal. Even if the other party was Nine Stars, it was still unacceptable that one punch could crush his long-prepared powerful attack. Was this really a Formation Master? How was he more monstrous than any martial arts prodigy he had seen before? Clap clap clap, Zuo Huanheng applauded, his face devoid of any fear. What on earth is going on? Zhong Zecheng steadied himself, but this time, he didn’t immediately strike again, instead, he watched Shi Hao and Zuo Huanheng cautiously, both of them had secrets! "Are you truly a Mingyu-level Formation Master?" Zuo Huanheng asked curiously. "Absolutely." Shi Hao laughed. "From the scent I caught with my nose, you should be under a hundred years old." Zuo Huanheng stated confidently. Zhong Zecheng found it impossible. Under a hundred years old, Mingyu-level Formation Master? How could these two traits appear in one person simultaneously! Shi Hao smiled slightly: "I must admit, you have quite the sensitive nose!" "Throughout all of this, you’ve maintained absolute calm, which truly surprises me." Zuo Huanheng praised. "Thank you for the compliment." Shi Hao laughed. "When did you notice something was wrong with me?" Zuo Huanheng asked, full of exploration. "When the first person died, it was indeed beyond my expectation, so I became suspicious." Shi Hao said, "When you made your move the second time, I noticed." Zuo Huanheng showed a touch of astonishment, did Shi Hao notice something amiss so early? "Why didn’t you expose me earlier?" He asked curiously. "Firstly, without catching you in the act, no one will believe me." Shi Hao laughed, "Secondly, a Silver Spirit Immortal’s involvement, regardless of whether I revealed the truth, would it change their fate?" Zhong Zecheng looked at Zuo Huanheng in disbelief, was this person actually a Silver Spirit Immortal? "Hahaha!" Zuo Huanheng laughed wildly, clapping his hands. "I have to see you differently now, young man, what is your origin?" Shi Hao didn’t answer but asked instead: "I’m curious, you are clearly a Silver Spirit Immortal, it’s too easy to kill these people, why go through such an elaborate setup?" Zuo Huanheng hesitated slightly and said: "The Cultivation Technique I practice requires absorbing the aura of people in despair." That explains why he had to drive people to such cruel extremities. Although he could easily annihilate everyone, he laid a false front, creating suspicion to lead people step by step into the Abyss. Everything is because he wanted people to fall into a state of utter despair. So, he preferred to contrive so much trouble, manipulating people around, not due to a tendency for brutal slaughter, but for cultivation—although, possibly, it could be both. Zhong Zecheng was stunned. The real culprit was Zuo Huanheng! And he’s actually a Silver Spirit Immortal! It’s over, he’s doomed now. "How do you wish to die?" Zuo Huanheng looked at Shi Hao. "I quite admire you, so I’m giving you the chance to choose your method of death. Would you prefer dismemberment or boiling in oil?" Shi Hao shook his head: "Sorry, I’m not particularly interested in dying at the moment." "Well, I’m sorry too, you can only choose how to die, not whether to die." Zuo Huanheng also shook his head. Seeing both of them completely ignoring him, Zhong Zecheng felt both upset and relieved. He was an outstanding disciple of the Nine Clouds Sect, with future achievements at least as a Silver Spirit Immortal or even a Golden Immortal, yet treated like air. How could he bear it? But, Zuo Huanheng was a Silver Spirit Immortal. If he decided to strike, Zhong Zecheng had only one path to death. So, being ignored, he secretly hoped maybe he could slip away? Shi Hao smiled faintly: "If negotiations fail, then there must be a martial confrontation." "No problem, I’ll choose a method of death for you, ensuring you feel absolute despair!" Zuo Huanheng said grimly, now intent on killing. Whoosh, he lunged forward to attack. Get full chapters from 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Shi Hao summoned the Myriad Thunder True Gold, transforming it into a large saber, and slashed forward. With his current combat power, combined with the might of the Immortal King Artifact, if Zuo Huanheng chose to clash head-on, then even if he didn’t die, he would suffer severe injury. "Hmm?" Zuo Huanheng showed surprise and forcibly stopped his attack. "Quite interesting!" He stared at the weapon in Shi Hao’s hand. "What kind of Immortal Artifact is this, giving me an absolute sense of reluctance to face it head-on." "Take a guess." Shi Hao laughed. Zuo Huanheng certainly couldn’t guess, he attacked again, charging towards Shi Hao. This time, his speed was much faster. Whoosh whoosh whoosh, Shi Hao saw only blurs before his eyes, completely unable to capture Zuo Huanheng’s position. This old man’s strength was at least Silver Spirit Three Stars! Shi Hao opened the Little Star Universe, no matter how unpredictable your movement technique is, come! Slash, Zuo Huanheng reached out to grab the nape of Shi Hao’s neck. This strike reminded Shi Hao of those werewolves. Could this old man be one of them too? No time to think further, he swung his right hand with the saber, aiming at Zuo Huanheng’s chest.