Although they were deeply resentful, dissatisfied, and hostile toward Ye Huan, to be fair and speak impartially,
the three still felt more awe than anything toward this former Eighth Elder of the Demon Venerable Hall, who now held its great authority in his hands.
The reason was simple: Ye Huan had accomplished things that many elders and seniors wished to do, yet did not dare to do and could not accomplish.
To become the master of the Demon Venerable Hall, a great demonic sect, without being the Demon Venerable himself—this alone was already a miracle.
Of course, the current decline of martial arts had also provided the soil for miracles to take root.
Moreover, his overwhelming, invincible strength had branded an unforgettable impression into the hearts of the three men.
Even though the three had escaped the Demon Venerable Hall through luck and scheming, they were far from being able to rest easy. They still had to face the pursuit of the Demon Venerable Hall and Ye Huan.
The Bald strong man and the rat-eyed Innate martial artist had originally planned to find some remote corner and conceal their identities for the time being. Failing that, they could join some obscure mountain stronghold as temporary bandit chiefs, lie low, and only return to the Jianghu after the storm had passed.
But strictly speaking, that still was not safe, because no one understood the terror of the Demon Venerable Hall better than they did.
They could hide for a time, but not forever. Open spears were easy to evade, but hidden arrows were hard to guard against. What they feared most was being found, without any mental preparation at all, by the cold-faced baleful gods of the Law Enforcement Hall, one of the Demon Venerable Hall's Twelve Halls, and assassinated.
Unless