Liu Zixuan was somewhat confused; what did news that was hard to believe mean?
If it was true news, then believe it directly; if not true, it's okay to just hear it out. We're all adults; how could we not distinguish between true and false!
Mo Chengfeng laughed awkwardly: "There are two versions of the gossip. The first: those missing experts fell into the Netherworld Hall's trap, with more than half killed or injured. The rest have no ability to fight back and are now hiding in corners, not daring to come out."
"How is that possible? Those people together, although unable to defeat the Hall Master of Netherworld Hall, could still exert some effort to escape." Liu Zixuan mumbled in disbelief.
"The second version: those people have all submitted to Netherworld Hall and will help them fight their own people in the future!" Mo Chengfeng laughed.
Liu Zixuan shook his head directly: "That's impossible too; Star Sea's men would rather die fighting than live kneeling!"
