The people from the Holy Temple are quite arrogant, but their arrogance is backed by strength. To Yang Fan, it seemed like pointless conceit.
Therefore, Yang Fan didn't hide too cautiously; instead, he casually stepped forward following the voices of the Holy Temple disciples.
"It's you?"
A few days ago when Yang Fan first arrived at Corpse Demon Ridge, he met them and even spoke with one of them, so they wouldn't easily forget Yang Fan.
However, Yang Fan now had a scar on his face, which puzzled the three as they saw him.
"It seems you remember me. Yes, it's me." Yang Fan smiled as he crossed his arms and looked at them.
"Did I hear you correctly, you claimed this place is yours?"
Perhaps because they had seen Yang Fan before and had a decent conversation with Dan Chongliu, their attitude wasn't overly hostile.
But regardless of their hostility, Yang Fan wouldn't allow them to end well.
Thus, Yang Fan shook his head slightly and said:
