"Daoist? There was an Enlightenment Stage expert?" Yang Chen was truly taken aback.
What exactly were these people from the Fierce Ghost Sect plotting, to have even dispatched an Enlightenment Stage expert?
While he was puzzled, Blood Wolf Elder was also somewhat surprised by Yang Chen. His manner grew far more arrogant as he seized the chance to say, "Yang Chen, how about it? Scared now, aren't you? You're a talent yourself. As long as you bow your head and admit your mistake now, I might even plead for you before the Daoist expert! Then, if you join our Fierce Ghost Sect, nothing will happen to you."
Yang Chen sneered. "Whether there truly is an Enlightenment Stage expert, I'll judge for myself. And even if there is, you still aren't qualified to negotiate terms with me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Chen unleashed the Netherworld Ghostflame, which drilled straight into Blood Wolf Elder's body.
"Ugh, ah!" Blood Wolf Elder's body convulsed and writhed in agony. The pain in his soul was like awls piercing his heart.
At last, he became afraid. He cried out in pain, "Yang Chen, spare me! Spare me! I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have tried to negotiate terms with you!"
Seeing Blood Wolf Elder like this, Yang Chen sneered repeatedly. He had thought Blood Wolf Elder possessed some backbone, but he was nothing more than this.
Still, the man was rather slippery. If he questioned him directly, Blood Wolf Elder might well deceive him.
It would be better to first seize control of his mind, then ask for the answers.
After the Netherworld Ghostflame tormented him again and again, Blood Wolf Elder's willpower gradually dwindled to nothing, and he became like a walking corpse. He had not fainted, nor had he died,