Li Tianming gave a "cold" laugh. Far from being intimidated by Sui Shen Yuan, he approached through the swirling purple mist and stopped a short distance away. Then he pointed at himself and asked, "Then let me ask you: do you know who I am?"
Sui Shen Yuan froze.
He widened his eyes, trying to see through the purple mist around Li Tianming, but soon realized it was futile. Purple and black mist mingled around him, leaving only a human silhouette. Without exchanging blows, Sui Shen Yuan had no way to make out his features.
The mask had changed Li Tianming's voice, too. It sounded raspier and deeper, like the low growl of a Yin-Yang Daoyuan storm, and was deeply unpleasant to hear.
"You don't know who I am, yet you want revenge? That sounds a little naive." Li Tianming burst out laughing, his arrogance on full display. Standing before someone he knew while the other person couldn't recognize him was unexpectedly fun. It made him realize that, as long as he was strong enough, he could do a great many things in the Yin-Yang Realm.
"You think I can't uncover your identity? Once I strip away this trick of yours and tear off your skin, won't I know who you are? A dignified Exalt of Myriadpath Valley, skulking about and hiding your face like this. How shameless!"
Sui Shen Yuan's strength did put him near the bottom in the Yin-Yang Realm, but ordinarily, no one would dare take advantage of the lack of witnesses to attack him. For one thing, he was bound to have brought something that could save his life in such a dangerous place. For another, anyone who failed to kill him could forget about staying in Myriadpath Valley.
Major Pathkeepers like him had died in