The addition of another group inevitably cooled the heated atmosphere from before.
Zhang Tai took the opportunity to lean against the wall and gasp for breath, trying to restore the chaotic divine power fluctuations within his body.
As for Qian Jin, the lines he had prepared to show off were forcibly swallowed back down when the two descended from the sky.
"You're the new chief of the Flame Fist Tribe?"
Qian Jin looked him up and down several times. He knew Tang Ma, an established priest from around the Thunderbolt Tribe.
But this was his first official meeting with Su Mo, the chief.
Something was wrong.
Qian Jin frowned and instinctively took two steps back. From what he sensed, Su Mo's body actually contained a trace of divine power fluctuations.
Moreover, the strength of those fluctuations was even slightly greater than his own.
Besides, the fluctuations around Tang Ma were even stronger than Su Mo's. How was that possible?
Wasn't Tang Ma an old priest who had been stuck at Level One for years before finally advancing to Level Two?
"Could it be... you've cultivated the Evil Art too?"
From what he sensed,
Su Mo was definitely a Level Four Priest. The pressure from his higher rank constantly radiated a threatening presence.
Tang Ma was even more terrifying. Qian Jin actually felt that Tang Ma and Sha Ming were on the same level, his aura so powerful that it made breathing somewhat difficult.
"The Evil Art?"
Tang Ma nodded slightly. "It seems the recent disappearances around the surrounding tribes were your doing?"
"I have indeed heard people mention it. Cultivating the Evil Art has no daily limit. As long as specific conditions are met, one can cultivate continuously. Even a priest with the worst aptitude can become a Saint Priest