Murong Chong, wearing a mask, coughed up a mouthful of blood. Though he had forced back those who had attacked him, he could not withstand the blow; his body slumped to the ground in haste. He immediately sat cross-legged, circulating his true qi to suppress the injuries within.
Over ten thousand people were gathered in this area, yet the scene was deathly silent. Everyone was bewildered. How could members of the Gu Sect Faction suddenly turn on each other?
Under the gaze of the crowd, Murong Chong slowly removed his mask. His face was deathly pale, and blood remained at the corners of his mouth. With a dark and terrifying expression, he glared at Ouyang Lang in the distance.
Chapter 616