Shan He's eyes widened in disbelief, but the light within them faded the next instant. Death claimed him before he could utter a final word.
Xiao Ning let out a long breath, as if dusting off a speck on his sleeve.
"Loyal dogs, traitor dogs… in the end, all bark and no bite."
From the side, Mo Wuyin's face twisted. He had already begun to retreat, inch by inch, sweat pouring down his back.
"You—You dare kill him?! Do you know who we are?! The Evil Ghost Sect is backed by the Pale Phantom Ancestor! A cultivator at the peak of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm! If I die here, you die next!"
Xiao Ning turned his gaze on him. His expression didn't change, but something in his presence grew colder.
"Oh? So that walking corpse is still alive? I almost forgot he existed."
Mo Wuyin's eyes narrowed. "He left the Evil Ghost Sect to seek a breakthrough. Not long after, he joined the Four Demonic Halls. Now, he's one of the Nine Wraith Elders—a full Heavenly Tribulation expert."
