"Blood-Seeking Hall!"
When the party of twenty or thirty descended onto the clearing outside the Immortal Tomb, a stir swept through the surrounding crowd.
"It really is the Blood-Seeking Hall!"
Daoist Qingxuan, Lei Qianjun, Ling Wanshuang, and the others also looked astonished.
As one of Xilin Commandery's "three bandit factions," the Blood-Seeking Hall naturally had a resounding reputation.
Several years ago, Commandery City had dispatched a great army and numerous experts to encircle and suppress the Blood-Seeking Hall.
In the end, the Blood-Seeking Hall's core members had still managed to escape, which showed the strength and resources these bandits possessed.
But that battle had dealt the Blood-Seeking Hall a severe blow, and they had lain low for a long time.
Rumor had it that over the years, the Blood-Seeking Hall had operated along Xilin Commandery's southern border, carrying out quite a few jobs and gradually recovering their strength.
No one had expected them to appear so brazenly at the Immortal Tomb today.
At this moment, Gu Chenfeng, standing in the crowd, also studied the newcomers without betraying anything.
The Blood-Seeking Hall had brought more than twenty people, some in close-fitting combat clothes, others clad in beast armor, all faintly exuding a vicious, bloody aura.
Even the weakest were Sub-Saints, and more than ten were True Saints.
The three Saint Warrior-level experts at their head included a young man in white at the middle stage of the Saint Warrior level.
Another was a bald brawny man at the late-stage Saint Warrior level, with a tiger-head tattoo on his scalp.
Half a step ahead, between the two, stood a one-eyed man over nine feet tall, built like an iron tower, his skin gleaming silver-gray.
The one-eyed man's aura was as deep as an abyss, unfathomable.
Even the bald brawny man, with his