For them, trying to face the seven of them head-on would not bear any good results.
Yet, ever since they came to this place, they had been humiliated immensely. How can they just swallow their anger and leave so easily?
Byron's face was incredibly dark with anger. In order to kill the fiend earlier, he had used up a lot of his strength. No one could stand being humiliated like that with an injury on them.
Just as Byron wanted to resist again, a clear voice could be heard next to him, "I didn't want to do anything, but I really can't stand it anymore. You're Rufus? You're the hardest one to deal with?"
Those words successfully attracted the attention of everyone present. Both the Corpse Pavilion and the Thousand Leaves Pavilion's sides were all focused on Fane.
Fane walked a few steps forward, and his eyes were fixed on Rufus. Rufus smiled coldly, clearly not seeing through Fane.
In order to properly cover up his identity, Fane had even used his true energy to suppress his power. Of course, the suppression was temporary. The moment he fought, everyone would notice.
Rufus narrowed his eyes, measuring the masked man
in front of him, "How ignorant! Do you know the consequences of mocking me?!"
Fane laughed coldly, saying casually, "I'm not really mocking you. I just really can't stand the sight of you. Do you think you're very strong? Prove your strength to me then."
After saying that, everyone heard a swish as Fane raised his hand. In a flash, a long black blade appeared in his hand.
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