Gao Xiao and Tu Gang exchanged a glance, both seeing intense killing intent in the other's eyes.
Gao Xiao's fingers tightened slightly. Beneath the moonlight, his slender, curved blade glinted with a cold, spectral blue light. The deadly poison coating its edge seemed to move slowly in the darkness, as if alive.
Tu Gang quietly clenched his fists. His jet-black metal claws made a soft scraping sound, their tips glinting with a cold light.
Thoughts raced through both of their minds.
Fang Han was ranked eighty-first on the Celestial Pride List, so he was certainly not weak.
But as Stewards of the Netherworld Pavilion in the Late Stage of Fourth Grade, they had been immersed in this Realm for many years. Their foundations were far deeper than those of any ordinary Late-Fourth Grade Martial Artist.
If not for the fact they were over the thirty-year-old age limit, their strength would have been more than enough to earn them a spot on the Celestial Pride List.
