"…"
A deathly silence dropped on the scene, and all eyes locked on Qehreman, whose bewildered gaze remained glued on the Ravenous Ghost's remains.
"What…what the hell?"
He stammered in a stupor. But now, both Else and Astarte eyed him with vigilance. And how could they not, that grotesque looking man simply was impossible to comprehend. With low cultivation, inexistent physiques, and an unremarkable bloodline, he could accomplish feats that put Saints and Sages to shame.
It was as if since he was born, heaven and earth bestowed him with an "Evil-Warding Seal," making him the archnemeses of all nefarious existences. But who was Konrad? The Profane Prince. The great sovereign of the unholy.
Throughout the Ancient Crystal World, how many could compete with him in terms of wickedness? To keep this Qehreman by his side, was no different from pulling a flaming rock into his grasp.
