The Clown on the Stage!

"I'm protecting the people inside. You can get lost."

The voice rang in everyone's ears, brimming with arrogance and utter disregard for them.

Then a man in a black robe and a Ghost Mask appeared before them.

His ghostlike arrival gave everyone a genuine shock.

Inside the inheritance Palace, Tang San and the others stared blankly at the dark figure beyond the barrier.

They had been about to wake Oscar. Instead, this figure had appeared and blocked the fatal blow for them.

Dai Mubai said, "It's that strangely dressed fellow we saw outside."

But Tang San cared less about what the man wore than about his strength.

"Who is he?" Tang San murmured. "He's so strong."

Xiao Wu, who had been nervous, tilted her head as she gazed at the dark figure outside. "Huh? Who is he? He looks so familiar," she whispered.

But Tang San and Dai Mubai were Soul Masters. How could they fail to hear her? At Xiao Wu's words, they frowned, then suddenly thought of something. They exchanged a glance and saw the delight in each other's eyes.

Everyone outside the barrier was stunned as well. Who would have thought that someone would intervene at the very last instant—and succeed? More astonishing still, it was the unremarkable black-robed man they had seen outside.

Xie Yue and his companions were no less shocked. No one knew better than they did that, although their earlier attack had not been at full strength, it was more than enough to kill a Soul Elder. Yet this man had taken it. That meant he was at least a Soul Ancestor!

Xie Yue and the others grew solemn.

Sure enough, the longer this dragged on, the more ghosts and goblins crawled out of the woodwork. First Xie Yue, and now this