Before Tang Yan could finish, Mo Wei was already beside Lin Feng and struck down with his palm.
Bang!
After they exchanged a palm strike, Mo Wei's heart sank to the bottom of a chasm. He said coldly, "I was still clinging to a shred of hope that Lord Tang's judgment was wrong. But you reported your strength as Heaven Tier First Grade several times, while your actual strength has reached Heaven Tier Third Grade!"
Mo Wei's words provided ironclad proof of Tang Yan's judgment.
"Heh heh, I may be about to die, but I, Lin Feng, concede!" Lin Feng turned to glance at Tang Yan. Suddenly, his body stiffened, blood streamed from his seven orifices, and he slowly collapsed.
The others had originally held Tang Yan in utter contempt, but now their gazes held a measure of awe and respect.
"Who is Yan Wentong?" Tang Yan's voice rang out again.
Hearing Tang Yan call for someone else, quite a few hearts lurched. Could there be another spy?
"That would be your subordinate." A refined, scholarly-looking middle-aged man stepped forward. His eyes were clear as he looked fearlessly at Tang Yan. "Lord Tang, do you suspect that I'm a mole too?"
The others' eyes also filled with surprise. They all knew Yan Wentong very well. He was quite capable, but if someone called him a mole and asked them for evidence, they could not have offered the slightest scrap.
"I believe the two pavilion masters of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion must have grown suspicious when your meticulously devised plans repeatedly failed. So, nine months ago, you conducted a thorough investigation and eventually found a spy, Lü Fan."
Mo Wei nodded in acknowledgment and sighed softly. Such a capable man had turned out to be a mole in the end. It