Song Zhong had considered before that if he pretended to be a cultivator of a certain race, it would be very easy to give himself away if he encountered other cultivators of that race.
So the best option was to find a cultivator, kill them, and then directly impersonate them.
And now, hadn't just such a cultivator appeared right in front of him?
Everything this Tiger Demon Clan cultivator knew, he knew as well, and this Tiger Demon Clan cultivator was also very strong.
More importantly, there was also an early-stage Forget Dao Realm cultivator following behind him.
This was too perfect.
Song Zhong looked at the streams of spatial turbulence falling down and likewise raised his hand, slashing forward.
At once, identical streams of spatial turbulence surfaced as well, attacking toward the opposite side.
For a time, streams of spatial turbulence kept colliding in the void, causing this stretch of emptiness to seem as though it had completely shattered. In the void, visible black cracks appeared one after another.
The surrounding air had long since rippled like water.
The Tiger Demon Clan male cultivator looked at the long saber descending from the other side, his brows tightly furrowed. This cultivator was strong, extremely strong!
There were Quasi-Saints who cultivated the Spatial Dao and also used long sabers, but in his memory, among the Quasi-Saints who cultivated the Spatial Dao and used long sabers like him, none had been this strong!
"Die!"
The Tiger Demon Clan male cultivator roared, and cracks like spiderwebs spread across the blade of the long saber in his hand. As the long saber swung down again, fine spatial cracks surfaced around the blade, rapidly spreading out in all directions.
At the same time, a dark-black saber light cleaved straight down.
As the saber fell, the