The four people looked like they were carried away by the wind as they fluttered out of Gale City. After a short while, they arrived at an old luscious forest that was more than ten miles away from Gale City. The group saw the He Brothers' corpses lying on the ground. Their heads were separated from their bodies, but the severed heads were left behind. There were flying blades in both of the corpses' eyes.
"Ahh…" Fu Yu raised his head and furiously yelled, "Zhao Dahe!"
Zhou Ninghe had always been a peaceful person, but his expression had subconsciously become terrifyingly grim. Zhou Ninghe seemed cold and tough as steel.
The group could tell that the He Brothers were killed with the Light Blade by looking at their injuries. Zhao Dahe was the only person who could have done this.
Zhang Junrui shook his head. "Zhao Dahe has gone too far!"