"Who is this boy? Is a scene like this something he can get involved in?"
"Could he be a relative of Wei Wudi?"
"What relatives would a ghost cultivator have? I think he's just a slick little opportunist trying to use this crisis to show his loyalty and devotion. Too bad he picked the wrong time!"
"He'll probably throw his life away. The Dark Alliance doesn't care how talented you are when it kills!"
"A Grandmaster at his age. What a waste..."
"..."
In the fog, a group of masked onlookers voiced their remarks with traces of mockery.
Jiang Chen was clearly outmatched, yet he stood fearlessly before Uncle Wei's coffin, looking ready to fight three Great Grandmasters to the death.
To everyone else, it looked hypocritical no matter how they viewed it.
"Child, step aside. My Buddha cherishes life and does not harm the innocent," Smiling Maitreya said, narrowing his eyes.
His words were compassionate, but his gaze was plainly malicious. Even if Jiang Chen stepped aside, he probably would not leave alive.
Beside him, the Great Elder of the Ghost Refining Sect continued forward, expressionless.
The mass of ghostly shadows behind him let out low whimpers, making everyone's scalps crawl.
Luo Ji could not help looking over, his expression darkening. "Jiang Chen, step aside. Elder Wei said life and death are ordained. He doesn't want to drag any of us down with him!"
"Boy, what good does standing there do? You'll just throw away another life for nothing. You couldn't even splash a Great Grandmaster with your blood. Get out of the way!" Chu Hanyue said coldly.
Already at a disadvantage, she was struck by a blood-red vine when her attention slipped. She grunted in pain, the bones in her left forearm nearly cracking.
Dao Xuan looked over