Cold sweat streamed down the black-faced fat man's face. His flesh quivered as he forced out an answer through the pain.
"I... I really don't know how Gang Leader Zhou got that information!"
"All I know is that a mysterious person sent it to him! But apart from Gang Leader Zhou, not one of the Canal Gang members who came to Azure Cloud City knows who that person is!"
Fang Han stared into his eyes, not believing him outright.
As the black-faced fat man spoke, his small eyes had flicked unconsciously toward the lower right.
That was a microexpression people made when recalling something, not inventing it.
But it wasn't enough.
Fang Han slowly raised his right palm toward the tall, thin saber wielder's corpse nearby and activated the Rebirth Secret Art.
Fine strands of blood essence seeped from the corpse across the distance, becoming dark red threads that flowed into Fang Han's palm.
The corpse shriveled visibly.
Its flesh collapsed, and the outline of its bones stood out beneath the skin, like a body drained of every drop of moisture.
Its skin swiftly turned gray-white. Wrinkles gathered in folds, and its face twisted beyond recognition.
The black-faced fat man's eyes widened, his pupils contracting sharply.
Every fold of flesh on his face froze. He stared at the dried corpse, his lips trembling as they opened and closed, then opened again.
"A Blood God Cult technique! You're with the Blood God Cult?!"
His voice rose to a strange pitch. His fat face went deathly pale, and his whole body shook uncontrollably.
This fear was different from before. Before, he had feared death. Now he feared something worse than death!
"Hm? You recognized it?" Fang Han sounded faintly surprised.
He hadn't expected the black-faced fat man to have enough knowledge to