Du Qingfeng slumped to the ground, trembling like chaff in a sieve.
The wind dragon formed from Heaven's Will hung above his head, ready to tear him to pieces.
"Spare me! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"
He shouted himself hoarse, his eyes full of terror.
"Someone forced me! They found me and threatened my whole family, made me help them frame you..."
His words sent an uproar through the crowd.
The Grandmasters who had just climbed to their feet went pale.
They stared at Du Qingfeng, unable to believe their ears.
It had all been a scheme?
Then what had their anger been for? What had nearly getting killed by Li Yun just now been for?
Had they been nothing but a joke?
"Du Qingfeng! What... what are you saying?"
"You didn't kill those Grandmasters? Someone else did?"
"You dared deceive us like this!"
Angry voices rose one after another, but this time they were aimed at Du Qingfeng.
Someone had already rushed forward to grab him and demand an explanation.
"Pfft!"
Du Qingfeng's face suddenly flushed crimson. Black blood sprayed from his mouth, his eyes bulged, and his face twisted in agony.
His skin began to blacken, his veins swelled, and his whole body looked as though it were burning in a raging fire. In an instant, he stopped breathing.
"Du Qingfeng!"
Shock and fury seized Zhou Yunhe.
Li Yun stepped forward and checked Du Qingfeng's pulse, then shook his head.
"Dead. Someone tampered with his body long ago."
He raised his head toward the night sky, his gaze sharp.
The Grandmasters exchanged glances, their faces deathly pale.
They had just been furiously attacking Li Yun. Now they realized someone had used them as spears.
Fear and anger tangled together, pushing them to the brink of collapse.
"Who...