Mou Sen's gaze sent chills down Yang Ling's spine and made his scalp prickle.
This bastard wasn't seriously injured at all!
He had been hiding his strength all along, using some unknown method. Even directly inspecting his Attribute Panel hadn't revealed anything!
"Mou Sen, you'd better not try anything."
Yang Ling suddenly smiled faintly. "Vajra Martial Hall Master Shi Tianlong is right here. What can you possibly do with your mere lower fourth-rank cultivation?"
Mou Sen's expression grew slightly grave, but then he gave a derisive smile:
"So your Divine Guard Office didn't send a Fourth-Rank Grandmaster, let alone a Third-Rank Grandmaster, to kill me. That's a relief.
"As for Shi Tianlong, the moment I tasted the Immortal's Fall in the drink, I had a third-rank expert from the Great Underworld Temple call him away.
"He won't be back anytime soon."
Yang Ling's expression stiffened.
The man could call on a Third-Rank Grandmaster from the Great Underworld Temple!?
Did that mean Mou Sen's hiding in the Great Underworld Temple actually had nothing to do with Shi Tianlong, and another third-rank expert there had taken him in!?
If so, he understood why Shi Tianlong had helped poison him.
He also suddenly understood how the Divine Guard Office had obtained intelligence that Mou Sen was here.
"Shi Tianlong can't afford to offend the third-rank expert backing me, so he went about things in a roundabout way and had you come to take my head."
"Your Divine Guard Office really is arrogant. I'm a bona fide Lower Fourth-Rank Grandmaster, yet you only sent two top upper fifth-rank experts."
Mou Sen walked toward Yang Ling, step by step:
"Once I've dealt with you, the Divine Guard Office can forget about finding me again.
"Our White Bone Cave won't be wiped out by you just