Chapter 67

Mist, all who have opposed you have been killed. Once you deal with the rabble, the Khan will belong to you!” said the leader dressed in black. “Have you killed Spout?” asked Mist excitedly. “We did not find him, maybe he hid himself earlier,” the man calmly replied. “He’s not dead? Fine, let it be. After tonight, the Khan will be all mine, there is nothing Spout can do anyway,” Mist continued, his voice carried tones of regret, but otherwise it was unacknowledged.

“Mist… you conspired with outsiders to kill your own clansmen?! You really are scum!” screamed one of the Khan angrily. Once the group of darkly-dressed men arrived, all was clear to the Khan, and it left nothing but angry faces. “Hahaha… winner takes all! After tonight, who would dare say Mist Khan isn’t one?” Mist guffawed.

Seeing this unfold, Zephyr did not move a muscle, neither did he plan to attack. He knew these leaders were not noble nor were they honorable, only out for themselves. Who knew? Perhaps their murde