"Boy, was it you who killed my disciple?"
Shayang Old Devil's voice entered his ears, carrying, deep down, a trace of shock. Faced with the intimidation of his spiritual pressure, a mere Lihe Realm cultivator was actually acting as if it were nothing.
He had never encountered such a thing before.
No wonder the disciple who had reported back said Tianhao had all but been killed by the other party in a single instant.
If he had not swept him with his divine sense and confirmed that the other party truly was only a cultivator at the perfected mid-stage Lihe Realm, Shayang Old Devil would almost have thought Xianmu Yi Lan was a pig pretending to be weak so he could eat the tiger.
But shock was shock. Even now, he felt no fear or caution. Lihe was still Lihe, after all. Even if this boy's strength far surpassed cultivators of the same rank, how could he possibly compare with him?
"Since you've chased me all the way here, fellow Daoist, I'm afraid there would be no meaning at all in denying it." Xianmu Yi Lan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his cold laugh entered the ear. There was even a hint of mockery in his tone. It was not because he was especially bold, but because matters had already reached this point. Tearing off all pretenses was certain, and since that was the case, what meaning was there in being polite?
"Good, good." Shayang Old Devil laughed from sheer fury. "What an ignorant little fellow, knowing neither how high the heavens are nor how deep the earth. Do you know how many years it has been since anyone dared speak to this old man like that?"
"So what if I did?"
Xianmu Yi Lan let out a thunderous shout. Suddenly,