"Is that so? That Earth Flame Thunder seemed pretty valuable, so I sold it. I just buried a few rocks down there."
The person in the mist said with a sigh.
Tian Feng was stunned. "You're insane! You're going to betray the Ten Thousand Demons Sect!"
"Betray them? When have I ever been loyal?"
"You have some nerve! I'll report this to the Sect Leader! You're dead! Neither the Ten Thousand Demons Sect nor the Holy Hall will have a place for you then!"
Tian Feng snarled.
The figure in the mist drew closer and closer. "Is that so? I'm afraid you won't live to see it."
Mingren's voice gradually became clear. Tian Feng was stunned again. He never would have thought that their "insider" was actually Mingren.
The intel showed that this Mingren had the best reputation among all the Holy Hall Disciples.
"Ming..."
In an instant, a hand clamped around Tian Feng's neck. The Netherworld Ghost Hand!
