"Just a dead man, yet he talks so much crap."
Behind Mo Quan, a Demon Clan five-star commander whispered.
Slap!
The next moment, his face was suddenly struck by a slap, the crisp sound resounding, and he almost got sent flying.
In mid-air, an invisible large hand appeared for just a fleeting moment before dissipating.
"Speaking ill of me on my territory? You deserve a beating."
The voice of Saint Lord Qi Ye rang out faintly.
"How could this be? Isn't Saint Lord Qi Ye supposed to be dead? How is it possible for him to slap a Fifth Grade Martial Saint without even showing up?"
Mo Quan's expression alternated between dark and light. Was this Saint Lord Qi Ye a ghost or a human? For a moment, even he was apprehensive and dared not act rashly.
"This place is my domain; the entire great hall is under my control. I hope you can all be rational; it's better to act according to my rules on my territory."
Saint Lord Qi Ye's loud laughter echoed.
