"Fang Mo? He actually wanted to find Fang Mo? Had Glaireo gone mad?"
"What did he mean? Could it really have been Fang Mo who told the Tianli Sect people to kill us?"
"What did he mean by this? How could he do this? He was part of the same alliance as us. The Tianli Sect people were killing us, so why had he not appeared?"
Glaireo's furious roar immediately stirred up unrest throughout the camp.
"Kill me, then! Fang Mo, come out here! You don't dare show your face—you only dare let these people slaughter our alliance members?"
Glaireo roared in fury, venting wildly. It seemed that, having been pushed to the very brink of terror, he was no longer afraid. He no longer wanted to live in constant dread. Death was death. He was no longer afraid of Fang Mo.
Fang Mo's consciousness covered the entire camp. Listening to Glaireo's roars, his expression remained calm and unruffled.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Several streaks of sword light flashed in an instant, piercing several holes through Glaireo's body and sending a spray of blood flying.
"Urgh!"
Glaireo's voice came to an abrupt halt. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and disbelief. He had never expected Fang Mo not even to show himself. Did Fang Mo not want to kill him? Did he not want to avenge himself personally?
Thud!
His body fell, landing beside Usoor's. Blood flowed silently from them, swiftly soaking the ground.
"Finally... free."
His last breath escaped. His eyes dimmed, and the life within him scattered.
Heaven and earth fell deathly silent. Everyone watched this scene without a word, their expressions complicated.
To kill one Glaireo, several warriors had acted in an instant—at least five flying swords. How ruthless!
"Daring to call the ruler by name—death!"
An icy