Neither side had expected to run into the other here, and the atmosphere froze in an instant.
But at once, Demon-Slaying Young Master clasped his fists in the air. "This junior is Hang Qusha, Young Hall Master of Demon-Slaying Hall. Greetings, Senior Yu Xiandeng of the Prison Race."
He still wore that courteous, refined demeanor.
Yu Xiandeng stood atop the Floating Divine Prison Tower with his son, sizing up Demon-Slaying Young Master Hang Qusha from head to toe.
He spoke coldly...
"I hear you intend to kill my eighth brother, Yu Xianpo, and his disciple, Sikong Jing?"
In Yu Xiandeng's eyes, Sikong Jing was Yu Xianpo's disciple.
At those words...
Hang Qusha's guards immediately went on alert.
Yet Hang Qusha merely narrowed his eyes slightly and said bluntly, "Senior Xiandeng is correct. Demon-Slaying Hall has accepted the Spirit Race's bounty. Yu Xianpo and Sikong Jing must die."
This matter had already become almost entirely public, and Hang Qusha did not deny it.
"Bold indeed! You still dare say you want to kill my eighth brother before me!"
Yu Xiandeng bellowed, his violent aura sweeping toward Hang Qusha and the others.
Yet the latter still wore that perfectly courteous expression, without the slightest trace of fear.
Suddenly, Yu Xiandeng withdrew his aura...
"If you wish to kill my eighth brother, you had best not do it before my eyes. Otherwise, I will certainly intervene."
"As for Sikong Jing, he is my prey..."
Several Demon-Slaying Hall guards were stunned on the spot, staring at Yu Xiandeng in disbelief. He merely did not want them to do it in front of him?
He was actually tacitly allowing Demon-Slaying Hall to kill Yu Xianpo?
What was Yu Xiandeng playing at? Just moments ago, he had been brimming with murderous fury, as if he and