"Exactly. If anything goes wrong, my grandfather will shoulder it all. Even the Grand Elder has to give my grandfather some face; he won't make a fuss over a few outsiders." At the mention of his grandfather, Tuoba Hai wore a smug expression.
Lu Xiaotian was taken aback. He did not know what Tuoba Hai was plotting, but he did not remain puzzled for long. The surrounding air suddenly turned cold, the temperature seeming to plunge by dozens of degrees in an instant. This cold was unlike ordinary frost; it was a shudder that rose from the depths of one's heart.
Something resembling a patch of dark cloud drifted through the air. But to cultivators, it was by no means as simple as a cloud. The yin energy within it was enough to make even Lu Xiaotian's heart tremble. Focusing his gaze, he saw a pair of fist-sized eyes staring coldly at him from within the dark cloud, where he stood amid the blood rain.
"Damned human! You dared shatter my Bloodsoul Spirit Pearl. Repay it with your flesh and your Primordial Spirit!" An extremely aged voice came from within the cloud. It was incomparably chilling; hearing even a single sentence made one unable to suppress a shiver.
"The Nethercloud Ghost Clan!" Lu Xiaotian recognized the origins of the dark cloud before him. It was one of the exceedingly rare races among the ghost clans, incomparably troublesome and seldom matched by opponents of the same rank.
No wonder Tuoba Hai had looked somewhat bedraggled when he fled over just now. Given Tuoba Hai's strength, being stymied by a Golden Core Nethercloud Ghost Clan was perfectly normal.
But Tuoba Hai's plan to have him stand in front was a little too brazen. Having figured out the whole chain of events, Lu