Ding Huanchun and the others landed by the Great River and set up their formation.
Ding Huanchun raised his voice and shouted, "Demoness, come out and meet your death!"
His shout rolled like thunder between the mountain peaks, reverberating without end.
"Heh, people looking for death have come!" A light laugh came from the valley.
"Since they've come looking for death, let's grant their wish. End this quickly!"
"End this quickly!"
"There's really no need to end it quickly. We can take our time. Watching them die slowly is much more interesting, isn't it?"
"Bullshit!"
Several voices came from the valley, some mocking, some cold and stern, some teasing, some utterly unconcerned.
Ding Huanchun sneered. "So this is a nest? Your Divine Movement Sect has some nerve!"
"Hehehe... our nerve isn't that great. The Imperial Court has scared us half to death."
Amid strange laughter, four figures drifted out.
Ding Huanchun swept his gaze over them but did not see the demoness. He sneered. "That demoness is already dead, isn't she?"
These four middle-aged men all looked utterly ordinary, the sort who would never draw notice in a crowd.
If not for cultivating the Candle Demon Eye, it truly would not have been easy to spot them. Had they blended into the crowd and entered the city, who knew how much evil they would have wrought, how many commoners they would have killed, how much chaos they would have stirred up, and how severely they would have struck at the Imperial Court's prestige.
Ding Huanchun's heart turned cold as he said slowly, "Just the four of you?"
Seeing them emerge only made Ding Huanchun more certain of Chu Zhiyuan's judgment.
Besides that demoness, there were four more.
Four had come out, which meant there were four still inside. It seemed