Inquiry

"Could you gentlemen clear something up for me?"

Su Ye arrived at Rocky Slope. There were many huge boulders here, and on those boulders were lines of intricate patterns.

The patterns were extremely complex, like graffiti—but they were not random scrawls. They were Dao patterns, profoundly mysterious and extraordinarily deep.

When the six Underworld Race Venerables saw Su Ye, their expressions immediately turned grave. Soon, they recognized that the man before them was not a native of Hell, but an outsider like them. Contempt surfaced in their eyes. He dared come over to question them all by himself?

One of them smiled and said, "What are you confused about? Let's hear it."

Su Ye paid no attention to the strange looks from the six of them and asked, "Just now, you seemed very wary of those natives. They don't look powerful. Even that old man was only at the Heavenly Passage cultivation level."

The Venerable who had spoken earlier smiled and explained, "You've got guts. You actually dared enter Hell without knowing anything. What's your name? Which daoist rite are you from?"

Su Ye did not hear the answer he wanted, and he grew somewhat displeased. He raised his hand and grabbed toward the man who had spoken, while that man merely watched him with a cold sneer.

The five beside him did not make a move either. They all watched with cold smiles. To think someone actually dared to attack them first—his nerve was not ordinary.

Yet what they did not expect was that their companion did not resist at all. Just like that, he was seized by the neck like a little chick.

What was going on?

Was he planning to let himself get beaten first, then erupt and suppress the powerful enemy?

"You..."

The Underworld Race Venerable