"It really is him! This..."
The late-stage highgod was halfway through his words when he suddenly paused.
Then, he turned to look at Clemente, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"What did you say?"
The late-stage highgod asked loudly.
Clemente sighed. "The person who killed twenty thousand people of the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter, as well as Bartholomew and Wilfrid, wasn't Gladstone."
What!
Hearing this, everyone was stunned. They stood rooted to the ground, thinking that they had heard wrong.
The entire place fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone looked at Clemente with confusion and shock in their eyes.
The person who killed 20,000 geniuses, Wilfrid, and Bartholomew, wasn't Gladstone?
Could it be that Gladstone wasn't the only student from the Supreme Academy who had entered the former God of Slaughter's lost divine kingdom?
Gladstone wasn't the only one?
Everyone was puzzled. It wasn't Gladstone who had done it.
Then who was the murderer who had killed Wilfrid and the others?
They weren't the only ones who were puzzled.
If there was anyone who was most puzzled, it would definitely be the highgods of the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter.
"If it wasn't Gladstone, then who did it?"
A late-stage highgod asked loudly, his voice filled with a cold aura that almost caused the void to freeze.
Clemente was silent for a long time, but in the end, he slowly spoke.
Even if he didn't say it, others would.
What had to come would come.
Clemente said in a low voice.
"Joelson."
As soon as Clemente's words left his mouth, everyone was instantly stunned.
"Joelson? Who is he?"
"Have you heard of him?"
"I've never heard of him, but to be able to kill everyone in the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter, he must be a top-notch genius!"
"I wonder which empire he's from? To be able to nurture such a powerful genius!"
"I don't think he's just a genius, he might not even be from the Plane of Slaughter!"
"That's right! He should also be from the Supreme Academy!"
"Only the students of the Supreme Academy are capable of such a thing!"
"Even if the others have the power, they don't have the guts! Who would dare offend the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter in such a manner?"
Everyone began to discuss amongst themselves.
A small number of people believed that the murderer was a supreme genius from the Plane of Slaughter.
However, the vast majority believed that the murderer should be from the Supreme Academy, just like Gladstone!
Their guesses weren't without reason.
After all, other than the students of the Supreme Academy, they couldn't imagine what sort of demigod would have such terrifying power.
But unlike the others, many of the people of the Orencia Empire who had been waiting outside the tomb of the sovereign had looks of reminiscence on their faces. No one knew what they were thinking.
Joelson?
This name seemed rather familiar.
Quite a few of the people of the Orencia Empire had this thought.
But for a moment, they couldn't remember.
A late-stage highgod looked around at the people who were discussing.
Everyone felt his gaze, and immediately shut their mouths, no longer discussing.
Seeing this, the late-stage Highgod turned his gaze back to Clemente.
"So, he is also a member of the Supreme Academy?"
Late-stage highgod experts had the same thoughts as everyone else.
Aside from the Supreme Academy, he couldn't imagine any other place that would be able to nurture such a powerful demigod.
Everyone turned their gazes to Clemente.
They were waiting for his answer.
Only to see Clemente shake his head.
"He isn't a member of the Supreme Academy."
Hearing these words, the entire place fell silent. For a long time, no one spoke.
Everyone was stunned. They stood there, not knowing what to say.
None of them had imagined that the murderer who had killed Wilfrid and the others was actually not a member of the Supreme Academy?
Then where did he come from?
Other than the Supreme Academy, where else would they be able to nurture a demigod with such terrifying power?
The questions in everyone's hearts grew heavier and heavier.
However, they didn't dare to speak. Before the highgod of the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter spoke, no one dared to speak.
"Which empire is he from?"
A late-stage highgod asked in a cold voice.
As he spoke, his cold gaze swept over the highgods of the other empires, like a sharp longsword.
The highgods immediately had solemn expressions on their faces, and their gazes towards the late-stage highgod experts became wary.
The late-stage highgod realm was already the strongest amongst the people present.
If he brought the other highgods of the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter with him to attack a highgod of an empire...
Then no empire would be able to resist him.
From the looks of it, he had this plan in mind.
The group of highgods began to worry, but they didn't dare to do anything.
Even if they were able to escape, the geniuses of their empire wouldn't be able to.
If their geniuses were to die here, just like the Litlan Empire, then...
It would be better for them to fight to the death against the highgods of the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter!
Everyone's gazes fell upon Clemente.
Right now, all of their fates were tied to Clemente.
As long as Clemente said the name of the empire to which they belonged...
Then they would be finished!
Whether it was the onlookers or the highgods, everyone's hearts were instantly hanging in the air.
Their gazes towards Clemente became somewhat pleading, as though begging him not to say the name of the empire to which he belonged.
Facing the question of a late-stage highgod, Clemente slowly spoke out.
"Neither."
"He isn't inferior to any of the four great empires."
"Nor is he a member of any of the thirty-six small kingdoms or any of the great clans."
Saying this, Clemente paused for a moment.
And then he continued, "He comes from a lower plane."
In an instant.
It was as if an arcane spell had been cast on the calm surface of the water.
Everyone present was instantly in an uproar.
"What?"
"He's not from the four great empires either?"
"Not even a small kingdom or a large family?"
"He's actually from a lower plane?"
"How is this possible?"
"How can a person from a lower plane be so strong?"
"That's right! Absolutely Impossible!"
"What sort of genius can appear in the lower planes?"
"There's no way someone from the lower planes can defeat Wilfrid, much less kill 20,000 people of the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter!"
Everyone began to discuss amongst themselves, none of them daring to believe what they had just heard.
The murderer had actually come from the lower planes?
How could this be possible?
Even the Highgods of the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter revealed looks of suspicion.
"Clemente, you'd better not lie to me!"
A late-stage highgod said in a cold voice, not hiding the threat in his words at all.
The few highgods of the Orencia Empire immediately protected Clemente behind them.
Clemente was just about to open his mouth to explain.
But before he could say anything...
A series of shouts rang out from the crowd of the Orencia Empire.
"Joelson?"
"I remember!"