At this moment, the great hall had fallen deathly silent. Everyone's gaze toward Fang Mo had turned solemn.
With a few casual strokes, he had left Gu Yu battered and covered in dust, borrowing a True Lord's hand to teach him a lesson.
Whether in strength or cunning, this brat possessed things no one his age should have possessed. Gu Yu had been unlucky as well. Once such a proud figure, yet whenever he encountered Fang Mo, it was as if his mind became simpler.
One thing always subdues another. This brat is becoming harder and harder to deal with!
Watching this scene, Bai Hai Zhou was filled with emotion.
Ever since he had begun contending with Fang Mo, Imperial Sky Peak had never gained the slightest advantage. Mo Xinghe had already paid with his life, and now it was Gu Yu's turn. If Gu Yu did not change, his ending would likely be the same as Mo Xinghe's.
What should I do?
Thought flickered in Bai Hai Zhou's eyes. He felt that Fang Mo was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.
"Fang Mo, how do you think this matter should be handled?"
At that moment, True Monarch Qingshui's voice descended. Looking at Fang Mo, he had shed his earlier coldness and ruthlessness. A smile rested on his face, as gentle as a spring breeze.
Damn it, even the True Monarch is taking his side!
A dark glint flashed through Gu Yu's lowered eyes, but he knew he could not say another word. He had already lost too much face today.
Fang Mo respectfully bowed, then said loudly, "This disciple wishes to first understand the situation before reporting to True Monarch."
"Very well. I will leave this matter to you. Take your people and go." True Monarch Qingshui smiled and nodded.