C92 Dong Lu's Death

Chu Xing gazed inside, taken aback. The teachers all wore grave expressions, their attention fixed on the center, while people flew about overhead. Aside from hushed murmurs, the air was devoid of sound.

Unleashing his psychic energy, Chu Xing observed Dong Lu lying on the ground, his clothes in tatters, his body riddled with wounds, bones jutting out. Not a drop of blood escaped