The Fifth Chieftain's warning stirred no gratitude in Huang Yiqi. Instead, it stung him deeply and made him feel humiliated.
Furious beyond restraint, Huang Yiqi strode forward.
He pointed at the open doors of the Water-Fire Devil Stronghold's Righteous Gathering Hall and roared like thunder.
"Lin Zishan, get your ass out here!"
"Think you're so damn tough? You dared to detain people from the Seven Kill Stronghold?"
"Well, I'm here now! Get out here and show me what the hell you are, and what makes you capable of frightening my Seven Kill Stronghold's Fifth Chieftain like that!"
No answer came from the Righteous Gathering Hall.
All he got was Bloodsea Demon Blade Zhang Zhen and his companions grinning outside the hall. Their smiles could hardly have been more mocking.
Every crease that rose on their faces seemed to drip with ridicule.
Huang Yiqi grew angrier still.
"Lin Zishan, don't think hiding will save you."
"If you know what's good for you, release them, crawl out here, kowtow three times, and admit you were wrong. Then submit your stronghold to the Seven Kill Stronghold. I might leave your corpse in one piece. Otherwise—"
He yanked the long saber from his waist. Its edge gleamed coldly in the faint moonlight, and the weapon had a solid, weighty air. It was plainly a blade of exceptional quality.
"I'll count to three!"
"If you still don't show yourself, I'll flatten the Water-Fire Devil Stronghold and leave neither man nor beast alive!"
The moment he finished, the three hundred-odd people behind him shouted in unison, "Flatten the Water-Fire Devil Stronghold! Leave neither man nor beast alive!"
Their cries shook the heavens, their killing intent rising like a rainbow.
Yet the Righteous Gathering Hall remained silent.
In fact, the entire Water-Fire Devil Stronghold had fallen quiet.