At this moment, within the sealed off territory of the Netherworld Clan, numerous Saints from the belly of the Great World have all descended here.
"Fellow Cultivators, I am here for no other purpose. I bear a grudge against the Saint Master of the Netherworld Clan, who I am here to avenge."
"Once the Netherworld Clan is annihilated, you may take this territory as you wish."
Thus spoke Xu Fan, his voice echoing lightly.
The gaze of many Saint Masters fell upon Xu Fan.
"After all, the Netherworld Clan has integrated into the Great World. You can't just wipe them out with just your words."
"Given me face, let this be. I will lay out a feast, you all toast to each other, bury your grudges and grievances, how does that sound?" A Saint with a kind face proposed.
Upon hearing these words, Xu Fan chuckled.
"Just how big is this face that the Saint Master offers, I would like to see."
