Monarch Night

The other nine people also woke up and seeing the situation in front of them, all looked filled with surprise.

But they instinctively stood up and stood together with Zuo Guanglie, guarding Fang Che.

Even though they knew clearly that the person opposite them was the Sect Hierarch of the Yixin Sect, the Great Demon who shook the world, the Blood Spirit Slaughter Seal Divine Palace.

Facing such a terrifying enemy, what they were doing was completely useless.

Yet they did it subconsciously.

Zuo Guanglie was extremely anxious, lowering his voice and speaking rapidly: "Mr. Fang, once the fight starts, you leave, even if there is no hope, just leave... Brothers today have implicated you."

His voice was filled with guilt and urgency.

Fang Che's face was cold and pale, stiff, without any expression.

Even his pupils were lifeless.

The Yin Shen Palace stood with hands folded behind, looked up, smiled faintly, and said, "It seems that Mr. Fang's prestige is not low during this time."

Zuo Guanglie suddenly raised his head, looking at the Yin Shen Palace, said, "Yin Sect Leader, today, we have nothing to say falling into your hands. What exactly do you want, draw the line."

The Yin Shen Palace laughed, the laughter growing louder, "Haha... Hahahaha..."

The laughter echoed in the cave, rumbling continuously.

Zuo Guanglie gritted his teeth, turned around and painfully whispered to Fang Che: "Mr. Fang, we are already finished, you really shouldn't have come to save us! You always stayed calm, how could you make such a mistake!"

Fang Che took a deep breath, wanting to say something, but words wouldn't come out.

He felt an ocean of pain in his heart.

His heart trembled violently.

The Yin Shen Palace coldly said: "A dozen ants, also want the sect master to draw a line? Ridiculous!"

Zuo Guanglie burst out scolding: "Old Demon, you're full of evil deeds, destined to die without a burial ground sooner or later!"

"Full of evil deeds? Die without a burial ground? Hehehe..."

The Yin Shen Palace indifferently said: "Yemo, someone is insulting your master, what do you say?"

...

"Yemo?! Where?"

Zuo Guanglie was greatly shocked, immediately turning around to look everywhere, the other nine had the same reaction.

The name Yemo, everyone had long heard of, the number one among the younger generation of Wei Wo Zheng Sect, a strong enemy to future Guardians! Could Yemo also be here?

Everyone looked around, but didn't look at Fang Che.

Clearly, in their hearts, no matter what, Fang Che could not be Yemo.

Fang Che pressed his lips, standing stiffly, his gaze lifeless.

The Yin Shen Palace, in front of Zuo Guanglie and others, revealed his own identity.

This made the last trace of luck in Fang Che's heart completely disappear.

The moment Yin Shen Palace called out Yemo, it was already doomed Zuo Guanglie and them had no hope of survival today.

Fang Che only felt his five viscera like burning in intense pain.

That kind of pain seemed as if someone had drilled inside his stomach, using a small knife, cutting his intestines inch by inch.

The Yin Shen Palace looked at Fang Che with a cold gaze, gloomily said: "Yemo, I'm calling you!"

Fang Che finally moved his steps, stepped forward, bowed his head, and bent: "Master."

...

"Master?"

This one word "Master," made Zuo Guanglie and the ten others tremendosuly startled.

The ten people simultaneously stepped back three paces in shock, looking at Fang Che in disbelief.

Their Mr. Fang!

"Yemo?!"

Zuo Guanglie stared with all his might, even blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, staring fiercely at Fang Che, his eyes filled with extreme unbelievable absurdity: "Mr. Fang? Yemo? You... You are Yemo?!"

Fang Che took a deep breath, tasting the blood in his mouth, stood straight, turned his head, looking into Zuo Guanglie's eyes, his gaze lifeless.

He calmly said, "Brother Zuo, I am Yemo."

Zuo Guanglie looked at him in disbelief, for a long, long time.

His eyes slowly transformed from disbelief to a state of disappointment, hysterical madness, and anger.

He pointed at Fang Che's nose, said: "You are Yemo? You are Yemo?! Hahaha... You actually are Yemo! You actually are Yemo!"

His voice was painful and desperate, filled with disappointment and anger.

Even disheartened.

"Yemo? You Yemo disguised as Fang Che, came to my Guardian Hall, and actually became our superior?"

Zuo Guanglie laughed madly: "Hahaha... Truly absurd, truly... ironic. The young person I've admired the most all these years is you, but you are actually Yemo!?"

He laughed crazily, heartbrokenly said: "Do you know, I've never felt despair in my life, all these years, never lost confidence, but today, I am in despair."

"You are actually Yemo! You, Mr. Fang, are actually Yemo? Then what is the point of Guardian Hall? You still capture demon race rogues every day? Hahaha... I'll die laughing... Absurd! Ridiculously absurd!"

"If there is a next life, if I can still remember this matter, I might laugh myself to death immediately. My direct superior in Guardian Hall, the person I admire the most, is actually Yemo, the super Great Demon of the Yixin Sect!"

Zuo Guanglie laughed mournfully, he laughed out tears, also blood.

Fang Che quietly said: "Brother Zuo, all brothers, I'm sorry, I... am indeed Yemo."

"Shut up!"

Zuo Guanglie shouted harshly, his eyes filled with anger, that intense rage seemingly ready to burn this filthy mortal world clean.

"What right do you have to call us brothers!? You cursed executioner! You heartless, conscience-lacking Demon! What right do you have to say sorry to me?!"

Fang Che took a deep breath, said plainly: "Zuo Guanglie, now the situation, you can see clearly. Do you think, you and your brothers, can still walk out alive?"