The men under Rong Zishen's command had likely been temporarily mobilized from the Nine Abyssal Gate.
As they looked upon Keshun Sanfeng's body, there was even a trace of reluctance and grief on their faces.
"Who would have thought that you would die just like this?" The voice belonged to an assassin known as Mogushu suddenly could be heard.
"Mogushu?" Hearing the familiar voice, Shang Qinghua frowned in confusion.
But it did not take him long to understand.
This coup… Keshun Sanfeng had brought the entire Nine Abyssal Gate with him.
In other words, he had come prepared to die from the very beginning.
"It's actually the renowned Night Lord!" Mogushu exclaimed in feigned surprise as he looked at Shang Qinghua.
Shang Qinghua paid him no attention.
He knew very well that Mogushu was a ruthless killer—one moment of carelessness and he himself might end up dying under his blade.
He had to remain extremely cautious.
