"Nonsense! Void Sage Fang has only just entered the Ten Cold Ancient Land. He rashly tried to comprehend the Sacred Way and suffered a backlash!" Yan Ningxiao came up with an excuse almost instantly.
Bing Tong smiled, his enormous eggplant-shaped nose quivering gently like a fleshy tumor. "Whatever makes you happy. Rest assured, I'm now just like you-one of the people in this world least willing to see him come to harm, because I'm very interested in the Ice Clan's inheritance. Everyone in the Myriad Worlds knows Void Sage Fang has ties to the Ancient Demon Clan. He seems to have inherited a tiny fraction of the Ancient Demons' power, though we don't know the particulars. And our Ice Clan's ancestors seem to have been Ancient Demons as well."
Having finished speaking, Bing Tong clasped his hands behind his back and stood motionless a hundred zhang away, showing no intention of attacking.
All five men had extensive combat experience, and all sensed that he bore no hostility. Their expressions eased.
Yan Ningxiao snorted coldly. "It would be better if you backed away another hundred zhang."
"No problem!" Bing Tong smiled and brought his hands out, walking backward while keeping his eyes fixed on Fang Yun.
Rather than relaxing, the five men tensed all over and grew even more vigilant.
The five stared fixedly at Bing Tong's right hand. It looked like a human hand with some white hair growing on it, only larger and rougher. Aside from a black "x" symbol on it and the orange-sized Black Pearl he was toying with, there was nothing unusual about it.
Yet to Yan Ningxiao's senses, that hand seemed to contain an endless stretch of graveyards, burying countless wronged souls and ghosts, filled with piercing cries of despair.
The Demon Realm had once