Amid an eerie silence, a corpse with its head lolling to one side fell limply to the ground. Its neck was bright red, marked by what was clearly a handprint.
The neck had caved in, an obvious sign of broken bones. His head hung at a grotesque angle, his face frozen in terror and his eyes wide open, even in death.
In the deathly silence, everyone stared in disbelief at the impassive Mo Xie, inwardly shocked by his ruthlessness. But when they remembered that he was the Pavilion Master of the Evil Heaven Pavilion, it seemed only natural.
Without such courage and resolve, he could hardly have founded such a powerful organization at such a young age.
Seeing that the show was over, everyone gradually looked away and returned to their own business, as though they did not care that someone had died right before their eyes.
Once Frank saw that Wang Rui was well and truly dead, he said nothing more. He gave Mo Xie a meaningful look, then left.
He would not offend this ruthless young man for the sake of a mere Mercenary Group leader. Between an ordinary Advanced Mage and eighteen fully mastered Advanced Mages backed by a Super Level mage, he knew perfectly well which side mattered more.
Mo Xie stared darkly at the corpse with the broken neck on the ground. There was no pity in his eyes as he spoke quietly.
"From the moment you decided to lay a hand on Mu Ningxue, your fate was already sealed..."
He took one final look at the corpse, then turned around, only to find Mu Bai holding up his phone and watching him with a wicked grin.
"What are you doing?"
Mu Bai waved his phone, his face full of amusement as he teased Mo