Ye Qingshuang said, "Besides Li Xuanfeng's Corpse Coffin, people from the Demon Hall have arrived too."
Everyone looked in the direction of Ye Qingshuang's gaze. Several figures were slowly approaching, surrounding a man in blood-red robes. His face was sinister, and faint black mist swirled around him. Wherever he passed, even the air seemed to take on a sinister tinge.
The Demon Hall members following him all exuded fierce auras, their eyes revealing undisguised savagery. They were clearly ruthless individuals who had spent years fighting on the edge of life and death.
The man in blood-red robes at their head seemed to notice Yun Che's group watching him. His gaze swept over like a venomous snake, meeting Yun Che's in midair and striking silent sparks.
As he passed Yun Che, he said, "Yun Che, is it? You killed so many people from our Demon Hall. I'll collect that blood debt with interest. You'd better pray you don't meet me in the ranking tournament, or I'll make you wish you were dead and show you just how miserable an end awaits those who offend our Demon Hall."
His voice was bone-chilling and laden with threats, like a poisoned dagger, sending shivers down one's spine.
With that, he snorted coldly and led his followers straight toward the registration desk, leaving a nauseating stench of blood lingering in the air.
"Oh, and my name is Xue Wushang. Remember that name. It'll be your next nightmare." Xue Wushang paused briefly and turned his head slightly as he spoke.
Yun Che watched him leave without expression, his gaze deep. He had long since grown accustomed to such pointless threats.
Yuezheng Xiangling's delicate brows furrowed slightly. "His aura is strange, and his strength is unfathomable. He's probably a core member sent by the Demon Hall this