For a moment, be it out in the open or in secret, everyone's eyes were on Xuanyuan Mo Ze and Han Rong.
No one could guess how the Lord was going to handle Han Rong. After all, the fact that he was called Uncle Han by the Lord, it was proof enough that he was different from them.
But even so, after he had intended to kill Feng Jiu, would the Lord let him off?
The atmosphere seemed to have condensed at this moment and everyone held their breath, without exhaling as they watched.
Han Rong stood up with his badly injured body and looked at Xuanyuan Mo Ze. His lips moved slightly and he said: "Ah…."
"Arghhhhh! Arghhhhh!"
