Wu Cang was, after all, the man in charge here. He could not help stepping forward and saying, "Fan Liya, you dare attack the Heavenly Demon Hall?"
At Wu Cang's words, killing intent surged across Fan Liya's face. "You court death! You dare address me by name?"
It would have been one thing if Huo Lian and the others looked down on him. After all, he knew his strength was somewhat inferior even to Yan Youwang's.
But for these juniors to dare show him disrespect was unforgivable.
"Fan Liya, what audacity." Suddenly, an icy voice rang out.
Fan Liya's expression changed drastically when he heard that voice.
He whipped his head toward its source.
Just as he turned, he cried out in alarm and darted to one side.
By the time he dodged aside, that figure had already appeared before him.
Fan Liya struck swiftly, thrusting out a palm.
With a bang, their palms collided.
"Aaargh!" Fan Liya shuddered and was sent flying.
As he flew backward, he abruptly flipped over and charged toward the outside.
"Still trying to escape?"
"Shi Hen, you old bastard, why are you chasing me? I only just arrived! What happened to the Heavenly Demon Hall has nothing to do with me!" Once Fan Liya discovered that his opponent was Shi Hen, he was already somewhat at his wits' end.
As the second-ranking figure in the Demon Hall, Shi Hen was someone he could never match.
Facing Shi Hen, his life was unquestionably in danger.
He inwardly cursed his rotten luck.
Only because of the Ancestor had he finally mustered the courage to attack the Heavenly Demon Hall, yet someone had beaten him to it.
Worst of all, he had gained nothing, and he had not done any of this. Yet judging by Shi Hen's