Xingyi Gate's eldest disciple, Zhao Jin, called out two more times.
By now, some of the more knowledgeable people began to speculate:
"Master Zhao, stop shouting. The other party is definitely not close by. To kill a Blood-Exchange expert with one strike, it's clearly from using a cannon. We didn't hear anything; the attacker must be at least two miles away!"
Everyone found this reasoning sound and, after a few minutes had passed without further attack, they gradually stood up.
Zhao Jin spat in disgust and cursed, "That son of a bitch, I warned him long ago not to be too arrogant! Don't think that just because you've mastered Spirit Refinement that you're above the law. Well, now he's comfortable."
Someone asked, "Without the help of a Spirit Refining Expert... what do we do next?"
"What to do?" Zhao Jin gestured with his chin toward the corpse of Zuantian Jiao and said,