"Bastard, who did it? How dare you frame me?"
Mu Ming was furious. He raised his hand and grabbed the guard. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the guard.
"Tell me, who asked you to frame me?"
The guard was strangled by his neck. He could barely breathe as he struggled with difficulty.
"Senior Mu Ming, are you planning to silence him?"
The disciples of the Profound Azure Holy Land could not take it anymore. They spoke out to stop Mu Ming, asking him to stop.
The corpses had been brought over by these guards, and only they knew about it. If they were killed by Mu Ming, then there would be no way to prove it.
"He was quite ruthless, but there are some abnormalities in the treatment of his injuries," The fourth prince said slowly.
He walked up and opened the straw mats one by one, revealing their wounds.
"Your Highness, what does that mean?" The disciple of the Profound Azure Holy Land asked.
