CLANG!!
Swords clashed, and a longsword was sent flying. The qilin engraving on its hilt gleamed brightly in the firelight.
Chen Qi looked at the longsword pressed against his neck, then at the sword's owner—a person wearing a black mask.
He recognized this black mask...
As the Young Venerable of the Dragon Emperor Hall, he naturally knew this was the disguise his subordinates were using for this operation.
But the person before him was definitely not from the Dragon Emperor Hall.
The Dragon Emperor Hall... had no such master.
This was an underground space, surrounded by numerous corpses. If Fang Shuwen were here, he would likely recognize one of the bodies as the very person who had previously called him gentle and refined.
Besides that one, there were also many disciples of the Dragon Emperor Hall, all wearing masks.
Flames flickered all around in small clusters. They seemed poised to dissipate at any moment, yet their heat never faded.
Chen Qi slowly raised his hands.
