Chapter 638 Majestic

Murong Nan didn't know the name of this young man, and he also didn't know from which branch of their sect this fellow disciple came from.

But watching this disciple fall, there was only one sentiment in his heart, and that was brotherhood, the brotherhood of those who live and die together.

Murong Nan slowly knelt down, and at the same time, his palm swung towards his own head. As an organizer, how could he, Murong Nan, stand behind others while the blood of ten disciples was shed?

But just as his palm was about to strike down, Ge Danfeng, standing beside him, grasped his arm and said, "Elder Brother, you are our leader, how could you speak of death? Here, there are more important matters that need you!"

As he spoke, Ge Danfeng's hand produced a short sword, which pierced his own chest between his heart and lungs as swiftly as lightning.

Ge Danfeng, dead!