The three men surrounded Fang Che in a triangular formation.
They had cut off every possible escape route.
"Soul Reapers?"
Fang Che said indifferently, "How rare. In all my life, this is the first time I've seen people dressed like this."
The black-clad man in the middle said blandly, "Those whose allotted lifespans have ended will naturally see Soul Reapers. Fang Che, your time is up. We have come to arrest you and return you to the Netherworld."
Fang Che scoffed. "Which Netherworld? The one belonging to Heavenly Palace Netherworld?"
The black-clad man paused almost imperceptibly.
Clearly, he had completely forgotten that among the Secluded Mountain Gates in this world, there really was a Netherworld.
"The Secluded Mountain Gate has usurped divine authority. Sooner or later, it will suffer Divine Retribution."
The black-clad man said coldly, "That Netherworld is nothing more than a martial-world organization. How could it compare with my true Netherworld under the underworld authorities?"
Fang Che smiled faintly as his spiritual sense erupted in full force, enveloping the three men without leaving a single gap and carefully distinguishing the openings in their auras.
This was something he had only understood after his recent breakthrough.
Why was it that experts rarely began their battles with a fight to the death? Most of them would stand there and talk a load of nonsense in the eyes of others.
Only after reaching this realm did one understand that no one's aura could ever be perfectly seamless.
With spiritual-sense probing, one could try to find where the weaknesses lay.
Whether escaping or attacking, one could act with ease, knowing exactly what to do.
The three men's auras roared and surged, compensating for one another's gaps. But clearly, the black-robed man in the center had the highest cultivation.
Fang Che narrowed his