Tian Ming's gaze behind the curtain slowly swept over the crowd once more.
He fell silent for a moment, then said, "Nightingale."
Among the crowd, Nightingale, dressed in a pink gauze robe and possessing a graceful figure, immediately answered respectfully, "This subordinate is here!"
"Now that Blood Butcher is dead, I have arranged for someone new to act alongside you," Tian Ming said slowly.
As his words fell, he lightly clapped his hands.
"Clap."
A bald, burly man entered from the mouth of the cave. He was extraordinarily powerfully built, a head taller than ordinary men, his muscles knotted like coiling dragons.
On his vicious face was tattooed a savage-looking character: "Death"!
His gaze swept across everyone present, like a ferocious beast choosing prey to devour.
Anyone touched by his gaze felt the hairs all over their body stand on end.
The burly man made no attempt to conceal his aura. His True Astral Perfection cultivation was fully displayed, and together with the dense Killing Intent surrounding him, he utterly cowed many present, making them unconsciously shift half a step back.
He arrived before the curtain, grinned and licked his lips, then withdrew his gaze and dropped to one knee. His voice boomed like a great bell, carrying a trace of respect.
"This subordinate, Scarlet Tiger, pays respects to the Altar Master!"
"Scarlet Tiger is a fierce general I specially requested from the main altar!"
Tian Ming's voice rang out faintly. "He has come at just the right time to take Blood Butcher's place. Nightingale, you must cooperate well with him. Do you understand?"
"This... this subordinate understands!"
Nightingale's seductive face showed some reluctance, but she could only accept the order.
After all, how could Tian Ming's command permit even the slightest questioning from her? In the Demonic Sect, the