Something wasn't adding up.
"He never left this place," Fan Ying said firmly. "You must be mistaken."
A smile curled beneath Hou Zemin's mask. 'So they really don't know… incredible. He killed them all, and no one in their own camp noticed.'
"You people are more incompetent than I thought," he said aloud, mocking. "I'm honestly surprised. Just a few hours ago, a squad of five hundred assassins infiltrated your camp. Your Array Master killed every last one of them without any of you even realizing they were here."
Gasps erupted from the crowd. Shocked faces turned toward Feng Fan, many of them unable to believe what they had just heard.
"He did what?" someone whispered.
"Five hundred… all alone?" another muttered in disbelief.
Even Fan Ying and Dong Tian exchanged stunned glances. No one had sensed an invasion. No alarms had gone off. Yet all five hundred enemies were gone, and it was Feng Fan who had done it?
