You Dared Hurt My People. Have You Decided How You Want to Die?

Only then did Hao Shuai have time to take in the pale-faced scholar and his group, as well as their surroundings.

They were at a bend in a mountain stream, and there was an enormous cave in the cliff ahead.

Dozens of people in bizarre, outlandish clothes stood in a line before the cave. At a glance, they were clearly members of the Demon Sect—an unruly bunch. The pale-faced scholar who had injured Xiao Yicai stood beside a middle-aged man at the head of the group, looking graceful and distinguished, with a smile on his face.

The middle-aged man had fine brows and a square face, with refined features and bright eyes. His broad forehead and scholarly air were accompanied by a quiet, imposing presence. He wore a scholar's robe, and a translucent pale-purple jade pendant hung at his waist, exuding a faint auspicious aura.

"Wan Renwang, Sect Master of the Ghost King Sect!" Throughout the Demon Sect, there was likely no one else with such an air about him. It could only be Wan Renwang, the sect master of the Ghost King Sect.

Daoist Cang Song exchanged a glance with Tian Buyi beside him. The corners of their eyes seemed to twitch. Neither of them had expected to encounter a large force from the Ghost King Sect here, especially with the sect master himself among them.

"Then you must be Azure Dragon? Were you the one who injured Senior Brother Xiao just now?" Hao Shuai paid no heed to Tian Buyi and Cang Song's grave expressions. He turned to look at the pale-faced scholar.

"Azure Dragon, one of the Ghost King Sect's Four Great Holy Envoys?" Tian Buyi and Cang Song had already looked serious, but after hearing Hao Shuai's words, their expressions grew even more solemn.

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