"Lord Mastiff Mountain lost?"
At this moment, the other Body Integration Cultivators of the three clans, including Pei Hong, finally arrived from outside the 'transmission passage.'
Seeing Mastiff Mountain Lord fleeing in rout with a severed hoof, they erupted into an uproar, their faces draining of color.
A man's reputation was like a tree's shadow.
The Six Lords of Body Integration were no easy opponents. They were the absolute symbols of power in the Spirit Realm over the past ten thousand years, their status so lofty that even Mahayana Immortals had to show them a measure of respect.
Now that Mastiff Mountain Lord had been defeated, did that not mean the 'Wei Tu' they pursued was a terrifying existence capable of rivaling the Six Lords of Body Integration?
Whether in talent or strength.
"This cultivator must have been possessed by an ancient demon." Pei Hong's eyes narrowed slightly. He became even more certain of this, and his expression abruptly relaxed considerably.
If he had still harbored doubts about Wei Tu's identity before, believing that calling him an 'ancient demon' was merely wishful thinking, then the evidence before him now undoubtedly proved it beyond question—there was no other possibility besides him having been possessed by an ancient demon.
No matter how gifted or extraordinary one was, it was impossible to possess such immense power in merely a thousand years, much less defeat Mastiff Mountain Lord and send him fleeing in disgrace.
Yet Great Abyss Consort, who saw Pei Hong's expression, fell somewhat silent. She knew clearly that if Wei Tu truly were an ancient demon, then he could never have directly thrown 'Farmer Woodcutter' into her hands back then... nor could he have left those words in Farmer Woodcutter's soul: 'Ruan has no intention of becoming enemies with the human race.'