Underestimating Kong Yang

Night Thunder condensed razor-sharp Golden Thunder Origin Energy as fine as a strand of hair at its tip, piercing straight through Blood Butcher's forehead in an instant.

Just then, a sound tore through the air from the direction Blood Butcher had come from, rapidly closing in.

A figure landed atop the crown of a tree several dozen yards away. With a light tap of his toes, he steadied himself.

The newcomer was burly, dressed in a dark-gray martial outfit. Embroidered on his chest was a small insignia—the core emblem of the Annan Martial Alliance.

Huo Wangchuan's gaze first fell on Ye An, then passed over him to glance at the battered, incomplete corpse on the ground.

When he got a clear look at Blood Butcher's withered and twisted face, Huo Wangchuan's pupils narrowed slightly. The scrutiny in his eyes quietly shifted to solemnity.

Huo Wangchuan landed three zhang in front of Ye An and clasped his fists in salute. "I am the vice leader of the Annan Martial Alliance, Huo Wangchuan."

"May I ask your esteemed name?" Huo Wangchuan felt somewhat displeased.

The Demon Suppressing Guard had clearly arranged a Silver-Rank Demon Hunter at White Rock Slope, yet they had not informed him in advance. Could it be that they did not trust the Annan Martial Alliance?

Behind his mask, Ye An replied in an even tone, "Demon Hunter. Codename: Stone."

Stone?

Huo Wangchuan silently repeated the name to himself.

Demon Hunter codenames had always been bizarre and varied. The codename of this "Silver-Rank Demon Hunter" was actually "Stone," which was rather plainspoken. It was completely at odds with the imposing Sword Qi that had just killed Blood Butcher.

Huo Wangchuan put the thought away, his smile carrying a trace of sincerity. "Brother Stone, you are truly a divine warrior!