Killed him and be done with it—whoosh!
Fang Mo moved in a flash, appearing before the two men in an instant. The others couldn't help retreating in shock, while the two men panicked and stumbled back two steps.
"What... what are you going to do?"
Their voices trembled, their eyes tense and frightened. A person's reputation preceded him; they didn't even have the courage to draw their swords in front of Fang Mo.
"Where did you hear that I killed the steward of Red Rock City?"
Fang Mo stared intently at the two men, his aura pressing down on them.
"Someone... someone spread the news!"
one of them stammered.
"Who spread it?"
Fang Mo demanded.
"I... I don't know... I just heard... other people say it!"
Their tongues were tied in knots, and their bodies wouldn't stop trembling. They were truly terrified. Fang Mo's presence was too frightening; they were afraid he'd cut them down with a single stroke.
Fang Mo swept his gaze over the surroundings and asked in a low voice:
"Have all of you heard this?"
At that, one man mustered his courage and said, "Lord One-Blade Slash, we've all heard it. Someone spread the news yesterday. A man came out of the mountains, told people the news, then left. He said he was going to Red Rock City to report it!"
Fang Mo frowned. He hadn't killed Uncle Shui, yet someone was spreading the claim that he had.
This reminded him of what Ming Zhen and the others had said earlier about someone making inquiries. Uncle Shui had said it wasn't him, so this person was very likely the one behind it.
Still, his mind was full of questions. Uncle Shui had been at the peak of the Pre-Heaven Realm; there weren't many people in this