Crack!
A strange slashing sound echoed through the venue.
A partially blood-stained mink coat fell to the ground, its surface split open.
Half of a rose-patterned tie also dropped along.
Mr. Rose had already pulled back, almost retreating to the edge of the venue.
He looked somewhat surprised at the pure white figure shrouded in a faint mist; it was clearly Luo Di, yet not quite like Luo Di.
As a fellow fear type of the Black Door,
Mr. Rose had seen countless Black Door monsters, among which Luo Di was considered one of the best, but still too young.
Though talented, courageous, and powerful.
As a murderer, however, he was still not pure enough.
Whether it was the heat of Hell, or Gust's tongue, or the passageways of the Outer Realm.
It was these impurities, back then at the gate of Jiang Mansion, that allowed him to easily find a flaw and slice him in two.
But now,
