There were roughly forty or fifty people on the other side now, and more kept coming up from the foot of the mountain.
When they heard Chen Hao dare to say such things to them all by himself, everyone burst out laughing.
"Brat, you don't look like one of Ancient Dragon's people. Where did you get the nerve to talk to us like that?"
"I don't care whose side you're on. If you don't want to die, get out of our way!"
As he listened to their jeering, Chen Hao's expression suddenly turned cold. "I know none of you had a choice. Those Rakshasa bastards tricked you into coming here. But don't worry. I can deal with the poison in your bodies. All I ask is that you stop helping Rakshasa kill people."
The clamoring crowd suddenly fell silent.
Seeing that his words seemed to be working, Chen Hao immediately pointed down the mountain and continued, "Look around you. Look at how many people have died here. They were all innocent. Do you really want to keep helping those monsters?"
That question plunged everyone into thought.
Just then, a slightly hoarse voice that sounded somewhat familiar to Chen Hao rang out from behind the crowd. "Everyone, don't let him fool you."
The crowd gradually parted, and an old man slowly walked out.
When Chen Hao saw his face clearly, his pupils abruptly contracted. "You!"
The old man was none other than Cloud Valley Adept, the traitor to Nine Blades who had once tried every possible means to harm Elder Qin.
The sight of him sent countless thoughts racing through Chen Hao's mind.
It reminded him of how Cloud Valley Adept had joined forces with the Lu Association to slaughter dozens of members of the Qin Family, as well as his