It was Mad Southern Ye Who Killed Me!

In a smelly drain 16 kilometers from where the five worldly powerhouses fought Ye Chen, ten silhouettes were looking into the water with flashlights in their hands.

"Master Ying, Young Master is here!" someone shouted. A bald hunk leaped into the water and grabbed a bloody, young man out of it.

The people present could not help but inhale sharply. It was too devastating! The man's legs had been cut off while half of his body was almost gone. 

"Young Master Lei!" Master Ying could not help but shed tears. "Who killed you? Who did it?!"

The Thunder King's son was dead!

He was confounded. What was he going to tell the Thunder King when he returned? His expression was grim as he thought to this point.

"Cough, cough, cough…"

Lei Can, who was in his embrace, suddenly coughed. He spat a mouthful of blood out eventually. He was still alive despite suffering such a severe injury.