Zuo Guanglie laughed heartily: "What’s the joy in living? What’s the fear in dying?! Yemo, do you want to see us kneel and beg for mercy?"

He shouted sternly: "In my life, Zuo Guanglie, I’ve only kneeled to heaven, earth, and my parents, never to anyone else! Yemo, what are you?"

The nine deacons laughed together, bold and carefree, saying: "Boss Zuo is right, what are you?"

The ten of them laughed wildly, full of passion.

Fang Che said in a low voice: "Zuo Guanglie, is there anything you and your brothers have left unfinished? Considering we once worked together, tell me, and I’ll do it for you. Or, if there’s anything you want to leave behind, I’ll pass it on."

Zuo Guanglie laughed wildly and said: "Something unfinished? Hahaha... Our unfinished business is to completely eradicate the Wei Wo Zheng Sect! You will do it for us? Hahaha..."

Fang Che stared steadily at Zuo Guanglie, saying nothing.

But there was a sudden flash of cold blood redness in his eyes.

Zuo Guanglie laughed continually, his blood-red eyes glaring at Fang Che, filled with intense hatred, he spoke through clenched teeth: "You think you’re going to take care of our unfinished business? Haha... What do you amount to?! If I die today, countless brothers will take care of it for us! Why the hell do we need you, Yemo? Hahaha... If it goes through your hands, wouldn’t I die dishonored?!"

The ten cursed in unison.

Spittle splattered on Fang Che’s face.

It seemed to turn into sharp needles, piercing into his heart.

His heart trembled, but he could not show it on his face.

His greatest desire now was to find a chance to speak with Zuo Guanglie and the others alone. To reveal his identity, so Old Zuo could leave peacefully.

Or even leave with a sense of honor.

He believed Old Zuo would understand, would be able to endure, and would never betray him.

But with Yin Shen Palace and others around, he had no chance to say a word.

Not even a chance for a glance.

His heart slowly sank.

Down to the depths.

...

On one side, Yin Shen Palace said indifferently: "Yemo, kill them!"

He said coolly: "Master came this time to see you kill them with his own eyes!"

Fang Che turned his head woodenly, looking at Yin Shen Palace, his lips dry, said: "Master..."

His face was bleak.

Mu Lin Yuan and the other two turned their heads, unwilling to look at his face.

Yin Shen Palace looked at his disciple’s dull eyes, sighed softly, and said: "Yemo, today I’ll teach you something, an undercover must not have feelings!"

The light left Fang Che’s eyes, and he lowered his head.

A hand rested on the sword hilt.

Zuo Guanglie laughed wildly, saying: "Yemo, don’t pretend, come on, you’ve already killed so many, why care about us ten? Don’t say you have feelings for us, you’re not worthy! I’d feel sick even in death!"

"Come on, dying under such an unparalleled undercover’s sword would be worth it."

"Hahaha... We’ll be waiting for you underground! Yemo! Make sure to come down early, remember clearly, who killed you, who helped us vent this anger!"

Yin Shen Palace watched coldly from the side.

Hands behind his back.

As if watching a play.

Fang Che’s wrist trembled, his hand slowly rested on the sword hilt.

"Yemo!"

Zuo Guanglie shouted with a frenzied voice, his gaze icy: "Come on! Don’t waste my hour!"

On one side, Yin Shen Palace said coldly: "Yemo, what are you hesitating for?!"

Mu Lin Yuan shouted anxiously from the back: "Yemo, what are you waiting for?!"

Clang!

In the dark cave, a flash of light appeared.

"Old Zuo!"

Fang Che shouted hysterically: "Today, brother! I send you on your way!"

He bit the word ’brother’ with extra emphasis. It was the only hint he could give. But at this moment, even to himself, the word sounded so ironic.

But Zuo Guanglie and the others only looked at Fang Che with cold sneers, their gazes filled with disdain.

"Come on!"

A sharp whistle.

Fang Che drew his sword, Sword Qi surged, forcing the candles back.

The Blood Spirit Seven Swords struck with full force.

The sword light flashed, then instantly returned to its sheath.

Fang Che’s face was like iron!

The ten of Zuo Guanglie stood proudly, a red spot appeared on their throats.

Their proud gazes gradually lost their brilliance.

The mighty bodies slowly fell.

Poof!

The ten brothers’ bodies fell uniformly, head to head, shoulder to shoulder.

Life completely drained away.

Fang Che took a deep breath, looking at the ten corpses, silent.

Tears in his eyes, he quickly practiced to evaporate them.

Spiritual energy surged within his body.

But he felt his heart had turned to ash.

...

"Excellent swordsmanship."

Yin Shen Palace praised with a word, said lightly: "Killing without blood, a drop of red under the sword. This Blood Spirit Seven Swords, already quite accomplished."

He walked over with his hands behind his back, gazed at the bodies on the ground.

Spiritual energy swept instantly, checking the wounds.

Nodded in satisfaction.

Yemo didn’t hold back, these ten were already dead beyond doubt.

The Dantian and mind were shattered.

Then he straightened up, looked at Fang Che, a flash of heartache quickly passed through his eyes, said coldly: "What, does it hurt?"

Fang Che took a deep breath, admitted: "Yes, Master, it hurts a lot."

"It’s right that it hurts."

Yin Shen Palace patted his shoulder lightly, said mildly; "Don’t blame Master for being cruel. It’s something you must overcome on your own."

"Yes, I understand too, Master, but I still feel hurt."

"Endure it, it’ll be better in a few days."

Yin Shen Palace said: "You, child, heavy in emotions, it’s good for your own people, but... staying in the Guardian Hall long-term, it’s not good. Because, everyone has feelings."