Above the eaves, a biting wind whipped Lin Sheng's black robes into a snapping flutter.
He stood with his hands behind his back, a sea of blue-black roof ridges beneath his feet. Dim moonlight fell across his face, leaving it half lit and half shadowed. His gaze swept indifferently over the three men in the air, as though he were watching three clowns jumping about.
When Ghost Mountain and the other two saw who had come, their hearts jolted in unison.
How was this possible?!
How had this fellow appeared here?
None of us sensed a thing.
Did Wang Guiliang's soul-eroding poison pill fail to work? Or had he never succeeded at all?!
How had this brat noticed so quickly and come straight to our door?
Ghost Mountain's pupils contracted slightly, countless thoughts flashing through his mind. Before he could speak, however, Evil Lotus beside him recovered from his surprise, sneered, and stepped forward.
"I told you, all those underhanded little tricks were a complete waste of time."
Evil Lotus's gaunt figure was wrapped in a black robe. His voice was hoarse and shrill as he looked sidelong at Lin Sheng, undisguised arrogance written across his face.
"A mere junior. I alone am more than enough. Brother Ghost Mountain, you two need only stand by and cover me. Watch me take him down in three moves."
He had reached peak demigod more than three hundred years ago. His Evil Life Sect techniques were vicious and venomous, and he seldom met his match among those of the same rank.
In his eyes, however capable the man before him was, he was merely a junior who had just touched the threshold of the peak. How much mastery could he possibly possess?
The fact that Li Kui, Black Baleful, and those other useless