Lachlan's words shocked everyone. The only one whose expression didn't change was Sect Leader Murral. It was as if he'd known all along.
"Bastard, you traitor! It's because of people like you that my brother died!!"
A streak of light shot toward Lachlan. It was a wind arrow fired at full speed, hitting him almost instantly after being launched.
Luckily, Darian was ready and moved almost like teleporting, appearing two meters away, still holding him by the neck.
*BOOM!*
The attack exploded on the martial stage. That power wasn't meant to intimidate—it was meant to kill both of them if possible.
"He's one of the spies, too?" Darian asked.
Everyone in the arena turned in one direction. The attack had come from one of the Deans.
"Yes!" Lachlan roared in affirmation. Only after answering the questions did the black mark on his body disappear.
When that attack failed, the Dean turned suddenly and saw Murral behind him, a spear tip aimed at his head.
