Lin Xuan took a careful look and discovered that the mass of black mist had transformed into an extremely ferocious face.
The face glared viciously at Lin Xuan and roared, "You're courting death! How dare you interrupt this venerable one's formation! Get lost!"
The face looked incredibly fierce. As it spoke, boundless killing intent spread outward, violently bombarding all matter nearby and shattering space inch by inch in the void, like a collapsing mountain. The scene was utterly terrifying.
Lin Xuan's brows furrowed slightly. He had never seen such a ruthless demonic cultivator.
The strength of this mass of black mist had already far surpassed that of the demon Luohu.
Moreover, Lin Xuan could sense that this mass of black mist was merely a clone.
A mere clone was already so powerful. Its true body was probably at a realm not much weaker than his own.
Lin Xuan was puzzled. Who exactly was this person?
Thus, Lin Xuan used his powerful Xuanhuang Mana to imprison the mass of black mist before asking coldly, "Who exactly are you?"
The mass of black mist let out a cold laugh and said, "You're not qualified to know this venerable one's name!"
Lin Xuan smiled disdainfully. "You have the most arrogant tone of anyone I've ever met. Even Old Daoist Hongjun, the most powerful person in the Primordial World, wouldn't dare say something like that in front of me."
"Hongjun? Heh heh heh, he's nothing more than a worm. How could he compare with me, Shichen?"
The mass of black mist spoke with immense pride, its voice brimming with arrogance, as if it did not take Old Daoist Hongjun seriously at all.
Lin Xuan immediately caught the key word "Shichen." His brows lifted slightly before he asked, "Shichen? Are you Old Daoist Shichen?"
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