About a hundred thousand li away from Ning Xiaochuan, a handsome young man dressed in white was slowly walking in Ning Xiaochuan's direction.
Relying on the perception of the ring beneath his feet, he could clearly sense Ning Xiaochuan's location.
"This newcomer did not even take a single step to flee. It seems he does not know how formidable I, Ye Qian, am. How should I kill him later? Should I skin him alive and let him die miserably, or crush his soul directly?"
The white-clad youth looked indifferent, though a cold smile brimming with killing intent occasionally curled at the corners of his mouth.
Icy killing intent radiated from his body, as though it could freeze everything.
The white-clad youth's steps appeared slow, but his actual speed was astonishingly fast.
In almost the blink of an eye, the white-clad youth appeared before Ning Xiaochuan.
Ning Xiaochuan gripped the World Extinction Demon Sword, his expression grave as he watched the white-clad youth approach from afar.
"Ha ha, newcomer, you are doomed. To make the Blood God personally come forth, you will die a miserable death."
"The Blood God actually made a move himself. Could he be testing whether this newcomer is qualified to join us?"
"A newcomer is probably still lost in the Blood Ring World right now."
The constant information coming from the Blood Ring beneath his feet made Ning Xiaochuan increasingly wary of the white-clad youth before him.
The Blood Rings could exchange information with one another. However, Ning Xiaochuan had yet to figure out how to communicate with others, and could only hear the messages transmitted by them.
The people speaking within the Blood Ring did not seem to care about Ning Xiaochuan's thoughts at all, so they conversed without the slightest restraint.
As he watched