Crimson Moon Mountain.
"He's dead!"
"Chief Watu is dead!"
On the mountain path, awash in blood and strewn with severed limbs, the Great Ape Gang members, who had been brimming with momentum just moments ago, instantly descended into chaos. None of them dared believe it was real.
Watu had led the Great Ape Gang for over thirty years. It would not have been an exaggeration to say that the Great Ape Gang had risen to prominence because of Watu. In the hearts of its members, Watu was the sky above the Great Ape Gang—but now, the sky had fallen.
"He died just like that?"
Flo stared at Watu's body lying on the mountain path, his mind blank for a moment.
Only seconds ago, Watu had been slaughtering his way through the crowd. Facing more than a dozen Obsidian Martial Arts Hall experts, he had handled them with ease and even counter-killed one from time to time, like a god of war.
Yet now, he had died so quickly that Flo had yet to come back to his senses. He did not even understand what had happened. How had Watu, a Martial Artist, died?
"What happened just now? I only just caught up, so how did this BOSS die already?" One Leaf Floating Cloud asked dazedly as he stared at Watu, who was barely twenty meters away.
After Watu had sent him flying with one move, he had only taken four or five seconds to recover before rushing back to see whether he could snag a kill.
But now, the terrifying BOSS Watu was simply gone, leaving One Leaf Floating Cloud utterly bewildered.
"The Dojo Master plot-killed this BOSS," Fang Zhen explained.
"Plot-killed? The Dojo Master was that strong?" One Leaf Floating Cloud could not help looking at Lin Qi,