As these words were spoken, the expressions of everyone changed drastically.
A look of disbelief appeared on Ye Hong's sorrowful face.
Xiao Tianquan's face turned slightly pale, forcing a smile as he said, "Little brother, I don't know what you're talking about..."
Mo Hua recalled the moment earlier when he stepped on the daffodil, grinding it into the dust with cold indifference and pleasure. Looking at him now, sensing the fear in his divine soul, Mo Hua's heart gradually became resolute.
"You are the Water Yama!"
"Baseless accusations, you..."
Mo Hua shook his head, "You must have known that dead 'Water Yama' for a long time, in the bandit camp before, on the Rouge Boat, at the Dragon King Temple, you've tried to kill him multiple times."
"And in the White Bone Maze, in such a dangerous situation, it was also you who delivered the final blow, disregarding everything."
"Because as long as he died, no one would know that you are the Water Yama."
