"Th-This... who are they?"
When Long Cheng, Gu Cangsheng, and the others saw Xue Wu Ya and Old Daoist Bai Xuan, their expressions changed, their faces filled with confusion.
They found these two utterly unfamiliar as well.
But from the looks of it, they seemed to have come for Huo Han?
"And you dare ask who we are? Huo Han, you're playing dumb when you know perfectly well, aren't you?! We've lain in wait for you for days, and we finally found our chance! Today, you have no Divine Hall helpers by your side. Let's see who can save you!!"
The killing intent in Xue Wu Ya's eyes nearly solidified as he roared at Huo Han.
"Lain in wait for me for days?"
Huo Han's pupils contracted. He rapidly searched his memories, but after turning it over and over in his mind, he simply could not recall ever seeing Xue Wu Ya or Old Daoist Bai Xuan. He immediately said, "Have you two mistaken me for someone else? Stop biting people at random like mad dogs! I don't know you!"
Seeing Huo Han's act of "playing dumb," Xue Wu Ya roared, "Huo! You did it, but you don't dare admit it, is that it? You think that just because you wear the skin of the Divine Hall, you can run rampant through the God Realm and have everyone fear you three parts out of ten?! You stole my Thousand Lives Returning Soul Grass, slaughtered Qin Ji, the Vice Sect Master of my Ancient Demon Sect, Xiao Li, the Grand Elder, and a host of core members! Today, this place shall be where you pay with your life!"
Old Daoist Bai Xuan's beard and hair bristled as well. He sharply echoed, "And this old man's Sacred Dry Bag! Hand it over