Just as several Evil Path Old Devils were racking their brains, trying to figure out how to subdue Su Fan, a figure darted in through the door.
The newcomer was surrounded by the faint aura of the Celestial Race. After entering the room, he immediately bowed deeply to several Evil Path Old Devils.
"Greetings, Divine Venerables. I just received word that Little Demon was assassinated in Azure Feather Immortal City..."
At these words, Poison Fang Old Devil's face instantly darkened like ink, resembling storm clouds gathering before a tempest.
The aura around him suddenly turned icy and sinister, sending chills down one's spine.
"Looks like you Celestial Race don't trust us old brothers..."
Poison Fang Old Devil's voice was low and cold, every word carrying suppressed fury.
The other Evil Path Old Devils also wore unfriendly expressions, their eyes filled with anger and discontent.
"If I'd known you'd hired someone else too, I wouldn't have waded into this muddy water..."
"The Celestial Race clearly doesn't trust our strength. We might as well forget this job..."
"Let me make this clear first—the commission for this job definitely won't be refunded..."
Seeing the atmosphere in the room grow as tense as drawn bows, the furious Evil Path Old Devils left the Celestial Race cultivator sweating at the forehead. He pulled a bitter face and hurriedly explained.
"Divine Venerables, please see the truth clearly. That was the private action of our kinsmen from the Great World. We people of the lower worlds knew nothing about it..."
His voice held a trace of panic and earnestness, as he feared provoking the several Old Devils into even greater fury.
Seeing that the other Old Devils were about to erupt again, Poison Fang Old Devil waved his hand grandly, silencing their accusations.
His gaze icy, he