With a crisp sound, the cultivator in Tang Zhen's hand had his skull crushed and fell to the ground.
The other four cultivators also groaned, and wisps of snake-like Azure flames sprang out of their bodies, completely enveloping them.
In the blink of an eye, a few piles of ashes appeared on the ground and scattered in the wind.
"It seems that my guess was correct. These people are indeed related to that young man."
After searching the memories of the leader of the cultivators, Tang Zhen already knew the cause and effect. He was sure that this matter was instigated by the young man.
They had done assassinations more than once for different reasons. It could be said that they had countless vengeful souls in their hands.
Because most of his targets were ordinary people, and he had handled it perfectly, he had never left any traces.
That young man was their big customer. He was very generous and both parties had cooperated many times.
