"Who on earth is the owner of this palace? Why make it so mysterious?"
A martial artist muttered.
Upon hearing the martial artist's mutterings, everyone started contemplating the identity of the palace's owner in front of them.
The martial saints present were all shrewd individuals; if they were in their own plane, they would definitely try to use others' lives to pave the way for themselves.
But now they knew that the strength of their companions was no weaker than theirs; they were evenly matched and unable to command the others.
After advancing a bit further, they suddenly smelled a stench emanating from the passage ahead.
Smelling the extremely unpleasant odor, everyone pinched their noses.
"Oh my god! Why is it so smelly here?"
At that moment, a martial artist started muttering again.
"Everyone be careful, there might be a lot of corpses ahead!"
Duan Gujin's eyes flashed, immediately thinking of this possibility.
