"Three great perfection demigods, with the Blood Fiend Ancestor personally leading them. The Azure Profound Sect's chances look grim this time."
"Exactly. But what does that have to do with us? We just collect our benefits. How many people die is their business."
"Hahaha, well said!"
Lin Feng listened a while longer. Once he confirmed there was no more useful information, he quietly withdrew.
Back at his quarters, he immediately took out a Communication Talisman, recorded what he had heard, and activated it. The talisman turned into a streak of azure light and vanished into the night sky.
All that remained was to wait.
Three days later, Lin Feng was cultivating in his quarters when a commotion suddenly rose outside.
He stepped out of the courtyard and saw many outer disciples streaming in one direction.
"What happened?" he asked, stopping someone.
The disciple replied excitedly, "You haven't heard? The Blood Fiend Sect's people are here! They're sparring with our people in the Martial Arts Arena!"
Lin Feng's interest stirred, and he followed the crowd to the Martial Arts Arena.
The Martial Arts Arena was already packed with spectators. Two people stood in its center. One was an inner disciple of the Netherworld Hall, a peak demigod holding a pitch-black saber. The other was an old man in blood-red robes, also a peak demigod, from the Blood Fiend Sect.
After facing off for a moment, both attacked at once!
The blood-robed elder thrust out a palm. A blood-colored palm imprint blotted out the sky and sun, bearing a towering surge of blood fiend qi! Wherever it passed, the air hissed under its corrosion, giving off a pungent, bloody stench!
The Netherworld Hall disciple swung his saber, unleashing a pitch-black Blade Aura! Dense Netherworld Power filled it. Wherever it passed, yin energy