Qin He narrowed his eyes for a closer look. It was a somewhat stooped old man, clad in a black fur cloak and holding a skull staff. White hair veiled his face, his cold eyes hooked like talons, and an eerie aura radiated from his entire body.
"We've got trouble."
Qin He could not help but frown slightly. This was actually an evil cultivator of the Divine Bridge Realm.
Behind the old man's silhouette, Qin He spotted another vaguely familiar figure. Clad in a black robe with a black cloth masking his face, his sharp eyes made no attempt to hide their killing intent, blazing with hatred.
"Mo Sanfeng!" Da Yajin gritted his teeth.
"Ye Tai, you dared scheme against me. Today is the day you die. Did you really think that after putting one over on me at Ice Lake, I wouldn't be able to find you? How childish!" Mo Sanfeng sneered, then bowed ingratiatingly to the old man. "Elder Mo, it was them. They got hold of the Netherflame Beast's cub."
"Heh heh... Better to come at the right time than early. It has been some years since I last saw a Netherflame Beast cub." The evil cultivator stared at the Netherflame Beast in Great Gold Tooth's arms. His voice was as hoarse as a parched corpse's, devoid of the slightest trace of human warmth.
"Who is he?" Qin He asked Ge Yanbing.
"His surname is Mo. He should be Mo Qianyang, ranked seventh on Sin City's wanted list, one of the renowned Seven Evils of the Fugitive of Sin. There were rumors years ago that he had been executed, but clearly, that was not the case." Ge Yanbing's face turned slightly pale.
A Divine Bridge Realm expert was already nearly the strongest kind of person Sin City