It's a mystery what sort of allure the Red Lotus Divine Envoy possesses.
Or is it the attraction of the Prison-Suppressing Demon Scripture that's too great...
It was just an indiscriminate rumor, a stir of words.
Yet, immediately, there were three masters of the True Qi Realm who, as if having lost their wits, charged down from the platform at the same time...
And they had already made their move at the first opportunity.
The one in the lead, with the most arrogant demeanor, turned out quite unexpectedly to be a gaunt old man with ghostly eyes.
Possibly owing to his tremendous self-confidence, this person was enshrouded in surging black Qi, cackling weirdly like a falcon swooping down, carrying a stench of decay, with his arms reaching out suddenly, the joints elongating grotesquely.
The tips of his fingers shot out sharp nails, shiny and pitch-black.
Just like ten small daggers.