Simple, direct, domineering.
That had always been Uchiha Madara's style. After stepping onto the field, he did not hesitate in the slightest and directly admitted that he was the murderer.
He did not care whether Xiao Yan had done it or not. His purpose was simple: the Misty Cloud Sect was the strongest force in the Jia Ma Empire, so all the better—he would use them to gauge his own strength.
Uchiha Madara had no other hobbies. He simply enjoyed fighting the strong.
And the instant he appeared, a powerful surge of Dou Qi swept out.
That was right—not chakra, but condensed Dou Qi, sweeping toward the three Dou King experts blocking Xiao Yan's retreat.
Three muffled groans rang out almost simultaneously. The three Dou King elders of the Misty Cloud Sect staggered back together, finding it difficult even to withstand the attack by joining forces.
"Xiao Yan, how are you?" Madara asked casually, though his gaze remained fixed on Yun Leng.
Xiao Yan froze. He had not expected Uchiha Madara to be the one who acted. It would have been far more natural for Hai Bodong to intervene at this moment.
Still, having someone help him was naturally a good thing. He said softly, "I'm fine."
Uchiha Madara nodded. "Then move aside. Don't get in the way here!"
"Uh..." Faced with Madara's utterly unsparing rebuke, Xiao Yan did not know what to say.
It seemed Madara had not entered the fray to save him after all.
The Misty Cloud Sect had erupted into an uproar. Many disciples watched as a complete stranger suddenly stepped onto the field and publicly admitted to killing Mo Cheng.
This was no mere provocation—it was a slap in the face. The Misty Cloud Sect had not suffered such humiliation in nearly a hundred