“Speak,” Jin Wuhao’s voice was cold, as cold as the chill from the depths of a millennium-old glacier. “What exactly happened?”

An elder dressed in a golden robe knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed against the cold earth, his voice trembling: “Reporting to the Divine Emperor… Elder Shenmu was ordered to descend to the mortal realm to investigate and issued a bounty to hunt down the demonic cultivators of the Southern Wilderness Demon Realm.”

However, Chen Ping used a spacetime artifact to teleport all the demonic cultivators to the entrance of the Fallen Emperor’s Land. Elder Shenmu led his men to the icy plains, where they engaged in a fierce battle with Chen Ping and his associates… and the result was…”

He dared not continue.

“What was the result?”

Jin Wuhao’s voice remained calm, but there was a chilling undercurrent in his calmness.

“As a result… Elder Shenmu died in battle.”