The leader of the Underworld Blood Cult was held in high regard by his followers. He was known for being impartial, awe-inspiring, and strictly disciplined. Although he preferred to rely on his original veteran subordinates and rarely promoted newcomers, the mineral wealth of his Underworld Blood Cult was unimaginably vast. He was generous toward ordinary members, and anyone who joined the cult became fiercely loyal. This was precisely why, for so many years, no one had dared to act rashly against the Underworld Blood Cult.
"How is there another Di Lienze? No, you aren't him either! Hah, this is too interesting, too melodramatic—three men fighting over one woman... Lan Qinghuan, you certainly have quite the charm. Hah, I won't get in the way of your romantic entanglement. Farewell!" He could barely handle one soul-body identical to Di Lienze; now that there was another human who could enter his Netherworld Blood Realm at will, did he even have a chance of winning?
He should flee while they were still distracted—if not now, when? At any rate, he had discovered Lan Qinghuan's whereabouts. She was currently as weak as an ant, and he would surely find a time when these two men were not by her side. Lan Qinghuan’s cultivation had weakened, and he believed that Di Lienze, who had been scorched by the Fire of Divine Punishment alongside her, could not be doing much better. If he could just drag Lan Qinghuan into the Avici Hell, he did not believe that Di Lienze would refuse to com…
Chapter 53