When Ling Zhan and the others arrived at the edge of the black basin, they sensed several resentful, venomous gazes brimming with killing intent fixed upon them.
Ling Zhan calmly turned his head to look, his expression utterly unchanged.
There, the people from Demon Dragon Palace and the Beastmaster Alliance had gathered together. Among them were Yamashita Masahiko, Zhang Mingruo, and Ding Haoji.
It was not only those two organizations that were filled with killing intent toward Ling Zhan and the others. The Holy Sword Guild was as well.
Zhan Zicheng held no particular hostility toward Avril, but the gaze he directed at Ling Zhan was ice-cold.
Clearly.
He seemed to have learned that Meng Di and the others had died at Ling Zhan's hands.
As for the teams from the other organizations standing nearby, they watched this scene with leisurely interest, happy to enjoy the show.
Liu Zheng of the Spirit Light Guild in particular.
Even after entering this Secret Realm, Liu Zheng still had two scantily clad, curvaceous young women beside him.
He did not care about the surrounding stares. Right there in public, he slipped his hands into the women's clothes, letting them wander continuously over their alluring bodies.
The two women were just as shameless. Not only did they not refuse Liu Zheng's caresses, they actively pressed themselves against him, soft moans that made people frown escaping their lips.
Well...
This drew the scorn and contempt of quite a few female class-changers present.
The people of Shadowmoon Pavilion stood quietly to one side without speaking, but the sharpness in their eyes showed that these assassins were likewise waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Liu Zheng and Qiao Duo of Shadowmoon Pavilion both wished for the people before them to fight to the death, so they could