A streak of silver light burst from the silver ring and pierced a young disciple's throat with a sharp hiss. Another disciple of the Demon Dragon Hall roared and drove his sword savagely into Yi Chen's chest. The thrust was fierce and deadly, with faint wisps of flame coiling around the blade.
Yi Chen laughed coldly and flicked his hand. With two explosive bangs, the disciple's sword shattered, and two enormous wounds were blasted into his chest and abdomen. Blood poured out as he fell to the ground, screaming.
Yi Chen growled in a low voice, "None of you make any sudden moves, now, or you'll regret it."
The pontiff of the Demon Dragon Hall suddenly bellowed, "Stop! Everyone, stop!" "Do you want to destroy our Demon Dragon Hall? We can become partners."
Yi Chen sneered. "Partners?" He put on a bewildered expression.
The pontiff sighed and said helplessly, "There's no need for us to fight to the death. We can form an alliance."
Yi Chen nodded, casually tossed aside his cane, and planted his hands on his hips. With his nose in the air, he said, "Fine, I agree. You're all a pile of trash anyway. I can't be bothered with your affairs."
The pontiff hurriedly said, "I can accept your conditions, but you must swear an oath not to harm anyone in my Demon Dragon Hall. I can swear... uh?" His face suddenly turned deathly pale. Agonizing pain shot through his dantian, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He staggered back several steps and slumped against the wall behind him.
Yi Chen approached the pontiff with a smile. "Very good. In that case, swear your oath. I can guarantee everyone in the Demon Dragon Hall's safety."
The pontiff stared at Yi Chen through gritted teeth and