This Time, It Really Has Nothing to Do with Me

The banner bearing nine hanging skulls plunged into the ground before it could cover the canyon.

When the inner sect elder clenched his fist, the clouds in every direction transformed into thick chains.

The cloud chains wrapped around the dark-red banner and the neat-featured cultivator at once.

The wails of the souls flowing from the banner weakened in an instant.

“How dare you cast evil sorcery in our sect’s secret realm!”

The neat-featured cultivator struggled even within the cloud chains.

The cultivator’s eyes were blood-red, and a hoarse voice utterly unlike his own poured from his mouth.

“The Gate of Nine Nether has already opened! Do you think the likes of you can stop it?”

“Who gave you permission to run your mouth?”

The inner sect elder raised his dharma disc high...