The Endgame

Fang Yuan finally understood what it felt like to be condemned by everyone and die before his time.

With irrefutable evidence laid before them, the many martial artists turned pale and drew their weapons, facing off against the villa guards.

At that moment, Nangong Wen Tian's face was wooden, as if Mount Tai could collapse before him without changing his expression.

Nangong Xiu looked panicked. Nangong Qing wore a cold smile, tinged with sorrow, while Nangong Fu quietly edged a little closer to Nangong Wen Tian.

It all played out like a series of stage scenes, and Fang Yuan found it quite interesting to watch.

"Villa Master Nangong!"

At the same table, Old Master Wan, True Person Song He, and the others paled in alarm and moved away from him. "We've known you for many years. We'll ask you only this: are these things true?"

"Hmph... It's nothing more than the victor becoming king and the loser becoming an outlaw!"

Nangong Wen Tian sighed deeply and stood with his hands behind his back. "But how could the likes of you, with your trifling skills, possibly discover my methods?... Demon Sect, I never thought you'd find your way here after all!"

"Heh... Villa Master Nangong, you certainly made us search high and low!"

A hoarse voice rang out like an owl's cry. A Gray Robe Figure rose from among the banquet guests.

"What?"

"The Demon Sect?"

Old Master Wan and the others immediately turned pale. This was the foremost evil force in the martial world. Rumor had it that its fiends were all bloodthirsty killers, notorious enough to make children stop crying at night.

Yet even as they were horrified, they couldn't help feeling puzzled.

If all of this was the Demon Sect's plot, why had the Gray Robe Figure come