Hawk eyes, a hooked nose, and a patch on his face that was impossible to tell whether it was a scar or a birthmark—it looked utterly disgusting.
All the hair atop his head had fallen out, leaving him bald. His thin frame was wrapped in a loose, oversized robe.
"Blood Butcher Wen Liangong," Liu Changfeng recalled the title, and his expression immediately changed slightly.
A butcher who had once dominated the Northern Continent.
He was truly cold-blooded and cruel. It was said that the people he had killed could fill the entire Sunset River.
More importantly, he was a genuine Divine Meridian Realm expert.
He was a Rogue Cultivator, but his murderous karma had been too heavy, and in the end, the Haoyue Empire had sent people to kill him.
Who would have thought that the butcher had not died, but had instead hidden within Tianhuang City?
Liu Changfeng instantly knew this matter would not end well.
According to their original estimates, the strongest person in Tianhuang City should have been no more than Luo Xiongying, an Emperor Meridian Realm expert.
Even if there were Saint Meridian Realm experts, they could still handle them.
But now that a Divine Meridian Realm expert had appeared, this was no longer something their Sea Snake Clan could bear.
The Sea Snake Clan was not considered a large Demon Race. They had lived in the Sunset River year-round.
Few people even knew of their existence.
There were no fewer than three thousand races in this world. How could people possibly remember every single one?
"Little one, do you want me to make a move?
Or will you surrender with your hands tied, so that too many people need not die for nothing?"
Wen Liangong said blandly.
"This is a grudge between us and