Nine Towers of Starlight

"Sharp-tongued, aren't you?" Yan Xiao sneered. "But no matter. Since you're here, all the better. This Young Master was just worrying about not having a chance to avenge Ancient Burial Star Ruins. You're entering the Star Tower, are you? Good. I hope you can walk out of Trial Island alive."

An old man with a red beard at the early stage of the third step beside him spoke flatly. "Young Master, why waste words on a dead man? The Corridor Token is what matters." Yan Xiao nodded, shot Chu Ming another vicious glare, then finally led his people away.

Dao Master Leihuang spat at their retreating backs. "What the hell are they? Brother Chu, that brat is clearly up to no good. We need to be careful in the tower." Dao Master Qingwei frowned. "It isn't just Yan Xiao. That red-bearded old man was Red Flame Venerable of Heaven-Burning Valley, at the peak of the early third step. He has cultivated the Heaven-Burning Sea-Boiling Art for over four hundred epochs; he must not be underestimated.

"As for that gray-haired old man at the early third step, I've never seen him before, but his aura was even colder and more sinister. He is likely a trump card Heaven-Burning Valley has secretly nurtured." Chu Ming gazed thoughtfully in the direction Yan Xiao and the others had vanished.

Heaven-Burning Valley had brought two third-step Venerables this time, along with Yan Xiao, the Young Valley Master at the peak of the second step. Their lineup was indeed formidable.

Yet what concerned him more was that, when they had brushed past each other earlier, he had sensed an exceedingly obscure... aura of nether death from that gray-haired old man. It had been well concealed beneath the Dao charm of flames, but the Order Fireseed's sensitivity