Yi Chen watched the girl run into the manor.
Yi Chen's spiritual sense quietly spread over the entire manor, revealing some strange things. He felt his spiritual sense being suppressed to a certain degree and rubbed his nose in surprise.
"The spells here are impressive. No wonder those Fallen Ones act with such reckless abandon."
Frowning, Yi Chen carefully studied the Ten Thousand Demons Manor. He vaguely sensed that some secret must be hidden here; otherwise, these cultivators would not have treated the manor this way.
A figure drifted over from afar and landed beside Yi Chen.
Yi Chen looked up.
Standing before him was a middle-aged man in black robes, his eyes narrowed as he sized Yi Chen up.
The middle-aged man had eyes like a hawk's, and his face wore a gloomy expression.
"How do you intend to challenge me, brat?" the middle-aged man asked flatly.
"No..." Yi Chen hurriedly shook his head. "I wasn't planning to challenge you. I just thought you were very bored."
"Bored?" The middle-aged man's gaze darkened.
"Yes, extremely bored."
"Being bored means you can kill people at will?"
"You've really hit the nail on the head."
"Ha ha! Good, very good!"
The middle-aged man suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes brimming with savage fury.
Yi Chen jumped in fright.
He had seen that kind of smile several times before. It was the trademark expression of those cultivators from the Ten Thousand Demons Manor.
"Don't be afraid, brat. Once you reach my purgatory, you won't fear anything anymore. Trust me, you'll find that place very comfortable. If you really can't bear it, you can come find me then." The middle-aged man chuckled sinisterly.
Yi Chen froze at his words and could not help asking, "Hey, why does that sound like you're going to