"What?"
The moment Duan Lang finished speaking, the martial artists who had followed him to the gates of Duzun Fort erupted into an uproar. None of them had expected Xie Hui—the renowned lord of Duzun Fort, the Judge of the Martial World, Heavenly Saber Song Que's sworn brother, and his relative by marriage—to be a spy the Buddhist sect had planted at Song Que's side.
"Brother Duan, what you said can't be true, can it?" An Long's mouth remained agape in shock for quite a while. The information in this revelation was simply too overwhelming.
"Xie Hui, how did Fan Qinghui taste? Was it exhilarating back then? After all, even Song Que never got his hands on her, yet you did." Duan Lang ignored An Long. Aside from a few people such as Wan Wan and Shi Zhixuan, he had a clear understanding of the demonic sect's people: they were all bullies who feared the strong and preyed on the weak, useful only as tools. Shen Fei's true form thought the same way.
An Long had dared to come to Duzun Fort with him not because he had any sworn-brotherly affection for Xie Hui. It was because he had witnessed Duan Lang's true strength and knew that once Duan Lang acted, Xie Hui would almost certainly be finished. Only then had he dared to show himself openly. Otherwise, he would probably have found an excuse to hide long ago.
Duan Lang had not concealed his strength when dealing with the demonic sect. He took the opportunity to give An Long a thorough beating. Only because An Long was Shi Zhixuan's devoted admirer and possessed his own merchant association did he refrain from killing him outright.
"Xie Hui, do you think you're stronger than Song Que? I'm sure you felt incredibly