Thirteen kept his voice low, his gaze cold and sinister.
The moment those words were spoken, the looks the nearby experts gave Su Yi became somewhat subtle.
Su Yi glanced at Thirteen and said, "Later, I'll give you a chance to throw your life away."
His tone was calm and casual.
Everyone nearby was taken aback.
Thirteen's expression gradually darkened.
Su Yi paid them no heed. Following behind the Ink Dress Girl, he entered the Ghost Snake Race's Ancestral Hall Great Hall.
Built against the mountainside and bordering a sea of clouds by the cliff, the Ancestral Hall Great Hall was ancient and magnificent.
Its ceiling was inlaid with countless Silver Star Stones, like a vault of stars, casting down liquid-like radiance.
At this moment, numerous figures were already seated on the first floor of the great hall.
The seats on the left were occupied by major figures of the Ghost Snake Race's main branch, led by Ye Zishan.
The seats on the right were occupied by major figures from the Ghost Snake Race's three branch lineages.
At the seats near the hall entrance sat the guests attending the ceremony.
There was Bi Mo's disciple, Jiang Yingliu.
There were major figures from the Profound Yellow Sword Pavilion, as well as other invited guests, all of whom possessed extraordinarily distinguished statuses.
Meanwhile, Supreme Third Elder Ye Donghe sat alone in the central seat of honor.
"Ye Ruoxi, a direct descendant of the main branch, has arrived with Su Yi, a guest attending the ceremony!"
A respectful voice rang out from outside the hall.
"Su Yi? Could it be that he came alone?"
Ye Zishan frowned.
"This boy actually had the nerve to come..."
From the central seat of honor, Ye Donghe's eyes flickered.
"This fellow truly came to die. That