"Burp … Burp …"
Wudao only managed to turn half of his head. His eyes were wide with fear and remorse.
Burping sounds kept coming out of his throat.
But it was too late for him to think or say anything.
Zhao Chong was expressionless as a drop of blood dripped from the axe in his hand.
"Wudao!
You forced me to kill you!
If you don't die, I'll die!
The Vermilion Bird Sect forced me to betray you and tell you about Zhang Xing and his guards.
You all forced me to do this! "
Zhao Chong's face twisted into a ferocious expression as he spoke.
Thump!
Wudao's head rolled off his neck and landed at Zhao Chong's feet.
He stared at Zhao Chong with bloodshot eyes. He had died with everlasting regret!
"You dare to stare at me even after you're dead?
Stare at me for that!
Stare at me for … "
Zhao Chong took a step back in fright, but he stepped forward and stomped on Wudao's head.
Then, he stomped down on Wudao's head like a madman.
Years of repression exploded.
He was once an elite disciple with the most potential and one of the vice-sect leader's personal disciples.
But all of this was ruined by Big Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother!
He hated it!
He hated the heavens for being unfair!
Now, his personality had been twisted and his heart was twisted!
Wudao's head was shattered beyond recognition, but he was still stomping on it …
No one noticed what happened on the mountaintop.
Hei Bao and the others are currently sleeping in their lair on the Dragon Island.
They hadn't fought in the past few months, so they had been catching spies for fun.
They had become addicted to it.
However, they hadn't grown up yet.
They hadn't found any suspicious people in the past two days, so they felt bored and went back to sleep.
Zhao Chong patrolled the entire night uneasily.
The next morning, Wudao's subordinates discovered that he had gone missing.
After sending people to search for him, they reported to Zhang Xing.
"He went missing after patrolling the entire night?"
Zhang Xing looked at Deputy Commander An Hua with a strange expression.
"Deputy Commander, we've searched the entire camp but couldn't find General Wudao."
An Hua whispered.
After a moment of silence, Zhang Xing said, "There's no need to search. Commander Wudao might be dead."
"What?"
An Hua shuddered and cried out involuntarily.
"It's very likely that he was killed. As for the reason … it must have something to do with the Vermillion Bird Legion's spies hiding among us.
Perhaps he discovered some secret and was silenced. "
Zhang Xing knew Tyrannical quite well.
He didn't have any deep-seated enemies here.
He was also an ordinary character among the many commanders.
Basically, no one would be jealous of him.
Last night, Commander Wudao was patrolling.
If they encountered an assassin from the Vermillion Bird army, even if they were no match for them, they would still have time to sound the alarm.
However, the possibility of him being assassinated was not high.
There was no point in the Vermillion Bird army killing him.
If it was someone he was familiar with who killed him, it would be impossible to guard against it.
As for those who could kill him, they had to be at least commanders.
Now, he had a total of seven commanders and nine vice commanders under him.
The person who killed him must be one of the sixteen commanders.
"Who was patrolling the south last night?"
Zhang Xing already had a guess.
"Deputy Commander, it was General Zhao Chong!"
An Hua replied.
"Go and call him over!"
Zhang Xing walked out of the camp and went to the field.
It was time for the entire army to cook.
The smell of food filled the entire camp.
Not long after, Zhao Chong, who was wearing brand new armor and boots, walked over steadily.
"Greetings, Deputy Commander. May I know why you've summoned me?"
Zhao Chong's expression was respectful, but there was a puzzled look in his eyes.