The remaining Yin Spirits huddled in the corner, trembling, and fearfully made way.
A hunched man in a black robe, with an unmistakably menacing look, slowly descended from the second floor of the Heavenly Life Bar, surrounded by heavy evil qi.
Following behind him were twenty to thirty Yin Spirits, all with Dark-grade cultivation, and even one with Earth-level cultivation.
However, Ye Tian noticed a flash of fear in their eyes, most of it was resentment.
It seemed that this hunched man was an Evil Cultivator.
"You three little ghosts, who sent you to kill my Yin Spirits, Luo Feng's Yin Spirits?"
The hunched man warily eyed the Peach Wood Sword in Xiao Pang's hand and shouted fiercely.
Xiao Pang brandished the Peach Wood Sword a few times and shouted loudly, "Luo Feng, what a vividly appropriate name for you, you brazen hunchback!"
"Are you looking for a taste of my Heavenly Master's sword?"
