Spoils of war!
In an instant, Ye Fan's voice echoed throughout the square, and the words "spoils of war" shook everyone's heart.
"So that's how it is. I was wondering how he could have obtained so many magic crystals by himself. Turns out they were snatched from others!"
Quickly, someone snapped out of the shock, a look of sudden realization on their face.
"Even if they were snatched, this is too much—how many people did he really kill?"
Then, someone else spoke up, pointing out the crucial issue.
"You little beast, you killed my Yang Wang, didn't you?"
At this moment, a strong member of the Mo Family spoke, with eyes like knives focused on Ye Fan, thick with murderous intent, as if ready to strike Ye Fan if he dared nod in agreement.
"Heaven wants to rain, and mothers to marry off—if he wants to die, I'll send him on his way!"
Facing the questioning from the Mo Family member, Ye Fan was not afraid; instead, he replied forcefully.
