"Fang Mo? He actually wants to find Fang Mo. Has Gelei Leo gone mad?"
"What does he mean? Could Fang Mo really have ordered the people of Tianli Sect to kill us?"
"What's he talking about? How can he do this? He's in the same alliance as us. The people of Tianli Sect are killing us—why hasn't he shown up?"
Hearing Gelei Leo's roar ring through the camp, the crowd erupted into an uproar.
"Kill me, then! Fang Mo, come out! Are you too afraid to show your face, so you can only let these people slaughter the members of our alliance?"
Gelei Leo roared furiously, venting his rage as if he'd reached the limits of fear and become unafraid. He didn't want to keep living in terror. So what if he died? He wasn't afraid of Fang Mo anymore.
Fang Mo's consciousness covered the entire camp. Hearing Gelei Leo's roars, he remained perfectly calm.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Several streaks of sword light flashed by. Multiple holes were pierced through Gelei Leo's body, a string of blood spraying into the air.
Gelei Leo's voice cut off abruptly. His eyes brimmed with unwillingness and disbelief. He hadn't expected Fang Mo not to show himself at all. Didn't he want to kill him, to take revenge with his own hands?
His body crumpled beside Usul's. Blood flowed silently from him, quickly soaking into the ground.
"Finally, I'm free!"
His breath escaped, his eyes dimmed, and the last of his vitality faded away.
The world fell utterly silent. Everyone watched without a word, their expressions complicated.
Several martial artists had struck at once to kill Gelei Leo. There had been at least five flying swords. How ruthless!
"Anyone who dares to address the head by name dies!"
A cold voice rang across the