Bai Jian frowned, for he could not see through Ling Yun and thus chose to wait and watch how things developed.
Ghost Saint took a moment to ask, "Bai Jian, why are you here? And thanks for just now."
He owed it all to Bai Jian coming and giving him the God of Death Potion to heal his injuries, or else he would have been utterly annihilated.
Bai Jian sneered, "Death Blade is gone, and Lord God of Death is furious. What do you think?"
"How could Death Blade die? He couldn't have ended up like me, just being careless, right?"
"Probably. No matter what, he was still a demigod, and he had the power of the God of Death," Bai Jian replied.
Ghost Saint was startled. Looking at Ling Yun and the others before him, he instantly understood that Bai Jian had come precisely for them.
"Hmph, the God of Death is a man who will bury everything. Beg for your forgiveness," Ghost Saint said, his face full of mockery as his gaze stared straight at Ling Yun.
"Such a load of nonsense." Ling Yun couldn't even bear to listen anymore; all they knew how to do was spout fierce threats with zero practical use.
"Brat, what did you say?" Ghost Saint's eyes radiated a bloody light as spit flew from his mouth.
"Don't be hasty." Bai Jian lazily raised an eyebrow, stopping Ghost Saint, who was getting ready to strike.
"Ghost Saint, Bai Jian, you really are trash. The Seven Protectors of the God of Death? Hehe, totally undeserved!" Ling Yun didn't even look back as he walked straight toward Little one, who was patting Demon Moon Empress on the head.
What!
Ghost Saint was furious at first. How dare this person look down on them? Then a