"Pei Brother, it's nice to meet you." Xue Wuheng said calmly to Pei Xuanjing. Then he glanced at the body of the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu and shook his head slightly, "The ruler of the underworld, a generation of heroes, dies here today, that's something nobody saw coming."
Pei Xuanjing's eyes were inscrutable, showing no ripple of emotion. He asked gravely, "You're here for revenge because I killed the Seven Kills Sword Master, aren't you?"
In his view, as the leader of the Sky Demon Sect, who honoredly desired to unify the Demonic Cult, he couldn't stand idly by while the Seven Kills Sword Master was killed. It seemed right both emotionally and rationally for him to step forward.
The two stood facing each other, and though no moves had been made, Pei Xuanjing could feel the powerful aura contained within his opponent. It was utterly terrifying. Among all the opponents he faced in his life, only the old Celestial Master could compare.
