Hangzhou, Alliance Meeting.
The heroes of the south gazed upon Zhu Huan's corpse, their expressions exceptionally solemn.
He had been struck in the back after exhausting his strength, succumbing to his severe wounds—the situation was very clear.
But the issues reflected here were extremely serious.
It was assumed that Huiji was like an undefended brothel, accessible for anyone to lewdly exploit. Such ambition-driven individuals like Zhu Huan were just the beginning. Who knew how many others harbored similar intentions?
At this, everyone sharply inhaled, secretly relieved they hadn't been so rash.
Zhu Huan's troops were elite, considered among the strongest factions present. Yet, he never even saw Maitreya's face, and the true extent of Maitreya Sect's tricks remained hidden; merely a thousand monk soldiers had led him to die under the city's walls without a chance to escape.
