"Speak."
A single emotionless word came from the throne. It rang through the soul like a clap of thunder, making even the soul body of the Three-Star Dou Saint vice hall master tremble violently.
He did not dare hesitate. In a trembling, hoarse voice, he reported, "Reporting to the Hall Master... after several months of investigation, this subordinate has confirmed... that the deaths of the three Heavenly Venerables were all connected to one person."
He drew a deep breath, as though it took all his strength to utter the name now known to everyone in the Central Plains: "Han Feng, disciple of Yao Chen, the Venerable Medicine."
As his words fell, the vast black hall, large enough to hold ten thousand people, instantly sank into a suffocating silence.
Even the black mist that drifted slowly through the hall all year round, as if alive, froze at that moment.
A terrifying pressure slowly spread from the throne shrouded in darkness.
It was not violent, yet it carried a chilling deadness capable of freezing time and space, crushing the Three-Star Dou Saint vice hall master until even his soul trembled, nearly shattering on the spot.
"Han Feng..."
After a long while, the voice from the throne sounded again. It remained calm, yet carried a coldness that could freeze the Nine Netherworlds.
"I thought he would keep cowering in the Black-Corner Region, playing petty tyrant over his little patch of land."
Suppressing the terror of his nearly collapsing soul, the vice hall master hurriedly replied, "Reporting to the Hall Master, this subordinate has learned that Heavenly Venerable Bone You and Heavenly Venerable Wu Yan fell into an ambush laid by that man while carrying out a mission in the Soulfall Abyss. Heavenly Venerable Hun Yi, who later went to support them... he, he