The leaders of the two great factions were about to enter the fray themselves.
Everyone in the hall retreated to either side, clearing a space more than a dozen yards across in the middle.
His face dark, Li Kui slowly stepped into the cleared area.
"Since Sect Master Lin has honored me, I'll play along."
He chuckled sinisterly. Black energy erupted around him with a boom, spreading a cold, decaying aura that formed hungry ghost phantoms, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws behind him.
The Hungry Ghost Gang's cultivation arts followed the path of decay and withering. They were vicious in the extreme; even the slightest contact would devour flesh and corrode astral force.
"Make your move. Lest anyone say I'm bullying a junior." He stood with his hands behind his back, his face haughty.
In his view, no matter how skilled Lin Sheng was at killing, he could only be a high-rank demigod at most. He must have used some underhanded means to kill He Cang. Even if he had not, Li Kui's strength had improved recently and surpassed He Cang's. He had absolutely no reason to fear him.
Even if this brat really had slain He Cang through his own strength, there was no telling who would win once they fought for their lives.
Lin Sheng slowly entered the cleared area and stood opposite him.
He said nothing, merely willing his power to move.
Boom...
Scarlet blood baleful energy abruptly rose around him, as though a blood-colored flame had ignited.
Pure blood baleful energy coursed around his body, condensed without dispersing. Laden with a potent bloody baleful aura and corrosive power, it was several times more concentrated than that of an ordinary Crimson Blood Sect cultivator.
This was the supreme blood baleful energy condensed by the Crimson