The murderer?
Everyone gazed at Lin Qian with inquiring eyes.
They had arrived only just after the Swift Soldier had died; how could Lin Qian possibly know who the murderer was?
After speaking, Lin Qian suddenly turned around and punched towards the withered tree next to the black ash where the Swift Soldier had disintegrated.
With a punch, thunder roared, and golden-red Thunder Soul Power condensed into a huge fist impression, booming towards the withered tree.
As the fist impression approached, the originally still and seemingly dead black wood seemed to come to life.
The black withered branches, like sharp swords, radiated a bloody aura as they stabbed towards Lin Qian's condensed fist impression.
Puff!
The black withered branches, seemingly fragile and easily breakable, were in fact extremely sharp and incredibly hard.
The blood-smeared branches effortlessly penetrated into Lin Qian's Thunder Soul Power condensed fist impression.
