The terrifying Integration-stage ghost creatures spun around. With their cultivation, they naturally knew that this mysterious human cultivator who had suddenly appeared before them was unimaginably powerful—far beyond what they could easily stop through sheer numbers.
"Which human fellow cultivator has graced this seat's Scorpion Cloud Hall? If you have something important to discuss, why not come inside my palace for a chat?" The hall did not look small, stretching for a thousand miles among the mountains. Yet the voice drifted indistinctly, sounding as though it came from deep beneath the earth.
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do. The Seven-Star Ghost Scorpion Hall is renowned throughout the Western Netherworld. Since I've come, I naturally have to see it for myself." Lu Xiaotian answered, then drifted inside before the other party had fully opened the restrictions.
Lu Xiaotian had merely answered him, yet the Seven-Star Ghost Scorpion's brows furrowed. While the other party was speaking, it could still sense his location, but the moment he finished, his entire person seemed to vanish from the range of its spiritual sense.
"What's going on?" The Seven-Star Ghost Scorpion was deeply suspicious. It wanted to go out and investigate, but the treasures in its lair were quite important. This person had arrived under strange circumstances, so it would be unwise to leave rashly. The mysterious man outside also showed no intention of attacking its subordinates. It would be better to wait and see.
While the Seven-Star Ghost Scorpion was turning the matter over in its mind, only a brief moment passed before its expression suddenly changed. The restrictions around its cave abode were being broken one after another.
"Fellow cultivator, what do you mean by this?" the Seven-Star Ghost Scorpion shouted harshly. The other party was breaking through the restrictions far too