At those words, the faces of the Witch Gate disciples instantly turned a dark, purplish red.
They had only escaped with their lives because they were too weak?!
That hurt them more than being killed outright!
Yet they could not utter a single word in protest.
What this man said was the truth.
Just as the oppressive atmosphere reached its breaking point.
An aged, hoarse voice, seething with resentment and apprehension, came from deep within the magnificent golden palace.
"Yue Changlong!"
"Don't get too full of yourself!"
"Now that you've dared set foot in my Golden Palace again!"
"I'll make sure you never leave alive!"
As the words rang out, an icy aura a hundred times more terrifying than that of all the Witch Gate disciples present combined surged out of the great hall like a tidal wave!
Boom!
That icy aura swept over them like a wind from the depths of the underworld, chilling them to the bone.
Then a stooped old man slowly emerged, surrounded by the Witch Gate's senior members. He wore an ornate golden Witch Robe and a feathered crown, and carried a skull scepter.
He was the current master of the Witch Gate-the Witch King of the Golden Palace!
His cloudy old eyes glinted with resentment and apprehension beneath his deeply wrinkled brow.
He stared fixedly at the figure below the mountain gate, the man who had haunted his nightmares for five years.
"Yue Changlong!"
The Witch King's voice was hoarse and dry.
"You... how did you escape that hellhole, the [Kunlun Ruins]?!"
This was what baffled him most.
The [Kunlun Ruins] was a forbidden land that imprisoned countless ancient horrors. Those who entered never returned.
Five years ago, he had watched this man enter with his own eyes, believing he would never see this