Three days later, outside Spirit City, beneath the Bright Light Church, on the third level of Infinite Hell.
Clang!!!
"Get in!"
A harsh shout rang out, followed by the slam of an iron door.
A girl dressed in blue was shoved into a cell on the third level of Infinite Hell. She was none other than Tang Xuanwei, whom Qian Chongling had captured not long ago.
"Spirit Hall, you blood-soaked executioners! One day, my Third Brother will carry out heaven's justice and rid the Douluo Continent of a cancer like you!"
Tang Xuanwei lowered her head to look at the pitch-black chains binding her hands and feet, instinctively cursing.
Just then, an utterly flat voice came from the shadows in a corner of the cell.
"This one's acting isn't good enough."
"Who's there?"
Hearing that sudden voice, Tang Xuanwei whipped her head around, horror in her eyes.
In the dark corner of the cell sat a pale-faced middle-aged man, watching Tang Xuanwei with a mocking, icy gaze.
The pale-faced man slowly straightened up, then walked out of the shadows one step at a time.
A middle-aged man in a green robe appeared before Tang Xuanwei. He had a beard, slightly graying hair, and an empty right sleeve.
His cheeks were gaunt, his face expressionless, and his entire bearing warned strangers to stay away.
"Who am I? Don't you people from Spirit Hall already know who I am?"
The one-armed man looked at Tang Xuanwei, a sneer curling his lips.
"What are you talking about? I'm not from Spirit Hall, and I don't know who you are."
Tang Xuanwei stared at the middle-aged man as well.
She kept feeling that he looked very familiar, but she could not remember where she had seen him.
"That's why I said your acting is