The expressions on their faces were truly extraordinary.
Ren Tianyun's eyes were filled with fierce killing intent, yet his entire demeanor had turned incredibly calm, standing there silently.
Tan Feiwen's face, on the other hand, was brimming with fury.
Soon, she took a deep breath, raised her head, and coldly spoke to Xue An.
"Your blatant arrogance—do you truly believe the Ghost Race is without anyone able to challenge you?"
Xue An chuckled, his smile carrying a biting chill.
"Arrogance? Those four words seem far more fitting for your Ghost Race!"
A deep glimmer of killing intent flashed in Tan Feiwen's eyes, but she quickly nodded.
"Very well! Since that's what you believe, we've nothing more to discuss. Until we meet again!"
With that, she turned and left.
Ren Tianyun cast a deep glance at Xue An, sneering coldly before he also turned to leave.
