The stifling, oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.
The swaying lamplight in the hall fell across everyone's faces, flickering between light and shadow.
A sense of despair spread through their hearts like wild grass growing madly.
The Silver-robed Man laughed.
He greatly enjoyed the taste of making his opponents wander restlessly in fear.
"Come. Starting with you, hand over the treasures on your person."
The Silver-robed Man shifted his gaze toward the far left side of the hall, where a broad-boned, hard-featured Python Robe Man stood.
The Python Robe Man's expression shifted uncertainly.
"Enough!"
Suddenly, Tang Lingqi shouted, his beard and hair bristling with rage. "So what if it's the Divine Fire Sect? In today's Immortal Realm, they still cannot cover the sky with one hand!"
His voice shook the hall.
Everyone jumped in fright.
The Silver-robed Man frowned, killing intent surging in his eyes. "Old guy, are you in such a hurry to throw your life away?"
"What joy is there in life, what fear is there in death? Though this old man is unworthy, I have never feared death."
Tang Lingqi took a deep breath and said resolutely, "Now, I want to see whether, at the price of my life, I can carve out a path of survival for everyone in this hall!"
Everyone was moved.
Tang Bao Er gritted her teeth. "I'll go with Grand Uncle too!"
"Count me in as well!"
Suddenly, an Immortal Lord spoke in a deep voice, his words striking the ground like iron.
Immediately afterward, several other Immortal Lords answered in succession.
Killing intent soared.
The Silver-robed Man's face darkened, and he laughed in fury. "It seems I truly won't do unless I kill a few people!"
Buzz!
The calligraphy before him shone, its sword hum ringing sonorously.
Everyone's hearts turned