Deep in the shadows, a figure slowly raised his head. It was a man dressed in golden robes.
His features were cold and stern, and the faint mark of a Six-Petal Black-Gold Fire Lotus appeared on his brow. He looked to be around thirty.
As his eyes opened and closed, a sea of blood seemed to churn and surge within them.
Though he merely sat there, the aura spilling from him was like raging waves;
it bore down so heavily that even the air in the hall seemed to congeal into lead.
His Demon Seed Divine Sense enveloped the entire hall like a spiderweb.
Li Lingzhu lay prostrate, feeling every hair on the back of her neck stand on end beneath that aura. Her skin crawled.
This fiend's aura had grown much stronger than it had been seven or eight years ago. He truly proved the saying, "Good people die young, while scourges linger for a thousand years."
She cursed inwardly, but pressed her tongue hard against her palate, not daring to make a sound.
Unfortunately, Qing Chen could not hear her thoughts. Otherwise, he would certainly have tortured her to death.
"The Eight Serpent Sect..." Qing Chen's voice was cold and hard as iron. "Martial nephew Xu, tell me, is what this woman said true?"
Before he had finished speaking, a cultivator in blue robes swept out of the shadows to the left.
An Inspection Spirit Sword hung at his waist, and his face was square and upright. He was none other than Xu Xiake, Deputy Hall Master of the Inspection Hall.
Back then, he had still been a Deputy Team Leader who was always talking back to Qing Chen.
His blood had burned with the desire to uphold justice, and he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to protecting the