Before the four Ice Pavilion Sect disciples could carry out their plan, Nie Tian suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

While he hid in the dark, it didn’t occur to him to change his bloodstained garments or clean himself up. Even now, dried blood could still be seen on his neck.

The intense bloody smell he gave off and his terrifying look temporarily bewildered the four Ice Pavilion Sect disciples.

Zhao Le snapped back to reality. A bleak, gruesome, white mist instantly wreathed him, along within a strong killing intent. “It’s you?!” he said with a cold smile. “You want this black phoenix as well?” A hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Lying beside him was the Thunder Mountain Sect disciple who had stayed behind to pillage the black phoenix.

Wang Rong’s face grew cold as she let out a snort and chimed in, “You are just one person. What makes you think that you can take this black phoenix’s corpse? Do we still need to avoid conflict with this guy, senior martial brother?”

Xuan Ke remained silent, his expression grim.

Nie Tian took a glance at the few rings of holding in Xuan Ke’s hand and said, “I...