"I *am* a Holy Sect Disciple! What makes you think I'm not?!"
His identity exposed by Qi Yun, the man's pupils constricted. He fought through the excruciating pain of his crushed throat and the Nanming Demon Fire burning him alive, forcing out a hoarse, instinctive denial.
"Heh heh... you're a stubborn one." With a pleasant smile, Qi Yun tightened his grip. The Nanming Demon Fire rapidly ate away at the man's flesh and bone, plunging him into absolute agony.
"I can't claim to know every disciple in the Holy Sect." Qi Yun looked down at him, his voice calm yet filled with a chilling, absolute confidence.
"But as luck would have it, in the entire Holy Sect's Outer Mansion, from the Disciples down to the very servants, there are few who don't recognize my face."
He paused, his every word like a cold iron nail being hammered into the man's heart.
"If you really are a Holy Sect Disciple, you'd better think long and hard right now.
Who... gave you the audacity to ambush *me*?"
