Fang Mo stepped out of the city, and the crowd quickly streamed out after him.
Everyone knew full well that Hong Tianchou would kill Fang Mo at the base gates. Otherwise, he would lose face.
Hong Tianchou also wanted to leave, but Luo Feng blocked him. He shot Luo Feng a cold look, yet didn't force his way through. Instead, he stood at the gate and looked outside the city. In his eyes, Fang Mo was already a dead man.
Fang Mo had gone three hundred meters when three men darted out from the sparse woods and surrounded him.
Qi Zhu and Su Lan both tensed, their hands clenching as worry stirred in their eyes.
Tao Shang's expression was grave, too. The three were mid-stage Pre-Heaven Realm martial artists, seasoned fighters who had survived countless bloody battles. Could Fang Mo hold them off? Even Tao Shang wasn't sure. Could Fang Mo really do it?
But Fang Mo didn't slow his stride at all, as though he hadn't even seen the three men.
Without a word, the three unleashed their Pre-Heaven auras at once. Three brilliant sword lights, blazing like suns, lashed toward him. The space trembled beneath their light, and their formidable Pre-Heaven wills suppressed the area around Fang Mo, leaving him nowhere to dodge.
Everyone's heart tightened. Three mid-stage Pre-Heaven Realm martial artists had attacked at once. Fang Mo was done for. Even a Pre-Heaven Realm expert might not escape unscathed, let alone Fang Mo, who had only just reached the realm.
"Brat, let's see you act so arrogant now!"
Excitement flickered in Hong Tianchou's eyes. Once Fang Mo was dead, how could Tao Shang possibly compete with him?
At that moment, an old man stood among the crowd. He furrowed his brow and moved a finger, but then