"The Demon Hall? Which hall?" Xiang Guiqing asked after a brief pause.
The man shook his head. "My lord, we didn't dare get too close, so we don't know which hall they belong to yet. There are more than twenty of them, but three or four seem to be badly wounded."
After saying this, the man felt uneasy, terrified that the two would fly into a rage.
Sure enough, Xiang Guiqing's expression darkened, and he showed faint signs of losing his temper.
Zhong Tianlang, however, waved a hand casually and called out, "Understood. You may go. Have them get ready."
Xiang Guiqing looked at Zhong Tianlang, but Zhong Tianlang laughed unconcernedly. "Old Ghost, just as we were saying, we want the lives of those young experts anyway. What difference does it make which hall of the Demon Hall they belong to? Of the Three Great Halls, the God-Burying Hall is the strongest, and Pang Yi is the strongest of those three youngsters. Looking at it that way, he'll most likely be the next Hall Master. I really hope he's the one coming. Think about it: a brat who was about to become Hall Master, dying at our hands. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Who would believe we couldn't leave our names in the Jianghu after that?"
"If we could really do it, that would be quite something. But it still isn't the best choice for us, at least not right now." Xiang Guiqing shook his head slightly. "Pang Yi is the Number One among the Demon Hall's three young geniuses. Like Sword God Yi, his strength can't be measured by the half-step martial realm. Besides, those half-step martial realm experts around him must be the God-Burying Hall's elite at that level. Against people like that, our losses would probably be considerable too.