On a barren mountain, jagged rocks rose everywhere and vegetation was sparse. Four somewhat bedraggled figures suddenly landed upon a gentle slope: Shen Ao, Zhan Fei, Liao Qihui, and Fan Zeng.
Xiang Yang's astonishingly brilliant stroke, turning complexity into simplicity, had failed to kill the four of them outright, but he had indeed used real skill. Their true strength was still far below Xiang Yang's, so all four had suffered serious injuries.
"Manor Lord Shen, this ambush against Xiang Yang failed, and we even lost Mo Fengnian and Hu Tao. How do you explain this?"
After revealing himself, Fan Zeng's first action was to tap several vital acupoints across his body, stimulating the circulation of his true qi and suppressing the onset of his injuries. Only then did he begin demanding an explanation, his plump face dark and sinister, showing no mercy whatsoever.
Xiang Yang had no direct entanglements with Hu Tao or Fan Zeng, nor did they have any obvious conflict of interest. If Mo Fengnian had not persuaded them, and Shen Ao had not sworn solemn guarantees, why would they have taken such a risk and become enemies with Xiang Yang?
Now, Xiang Yang had not even lost a single hair, while two of their number had died. Both had been elder-level figures in the Dark Alliance. It could be said that they had suffered a severe loss of vitality.
Fan Zeng even wanted to slap himself. He had no mind of his own, no courage or resolve, and had been swayed by a little persuasion from others. It was simply stupid beyond measure.
"An explanation? There are only two words I can say: I'm sorry.
"Xiang Yang being this strong was beyond my expectations as well. What I regret now is not gathering you all to ambush