Bab 117: The Covenant of Three Palms (3)

"You… What nonsense are you talking about?"

Before Wang Xiong's butt touched the chair, he stood up.

Su Mo's words were ruthless, striking at the heart.

In his words, not only did he implicate Feng Wuxiang, but also all of the members of the Seven Absolutes Hall.

If this news spread, even if Wang Xiong didn't die immediately, his future would be extremely difficult, and Feng Wuxiang might be wary of him.

It had to be known that rumors were usually ignored initially.

However, if heard many times, it would inevitably let one's imagination run wild.

Even if Feng Wuxiang was mentally strong and wouldn't be affected by these words, as long as there was such a rumor within the Seven Absolutes Hall and one person had such thoughts… openly or secretly, Wang Xiong's life might end with these words.

With this thought in mind, his eyes turned red, and he suddenly raised his head and glared at Su Mo.