All three brothers looked grim.
This man was too evil, too cruel.
Although he had helped them kill one of his own, that behavior only filled the three brothers with greater loathing and contempt.
Zhao Ritian gritted his teeth. "I'm taking out this piece of trash today!"
Crimson turned around with an evil smile. "I'm not finished yet."
He looked at the remaining Sky Net Experts. They froze for a moment, then many dropped to one knee in unison, pressing their hands to their chests.
"We offer our lives to the Supreme Master. May the Supreme Master reign for all eternity and shine his light upon our dreams."
"Supreme Master, please grant us glory and light."
"May your grace bless the world, and our ideals never die!"
Lu Chengwen took half a step back, frightened by their madness.
Long Aotian's expression had also turned exceptionally grim.
At the very back, one man was trembling slightly. Suddenly, he sprang to his feet and ran for the exit.
This was someone who did not want to die.
But before he had gone more than a few steps, an iron staff pierced his heart. He fell to the ground, blood flowing out through his mask.
With difficulty, he rolled over and pulled off his mask. Tears covered his face as he clutched his chest, unable to speak, blood welling endlessly from his mouth.
Even more shocking was that he was a foreigner-a young foreign boy, very handsome, with blond hair and large blue eyes.
Before long, the light of life faded from those blue eyes forever.
"A despicable traitor."
Crimson's brows drew tight. "Fleeing before battle, clinging to life and fearing death. He completely forgot his vows and dreams."
The others immediately turned back around, kneeling devoutly with their heads bowed.
Crimson walked