The Witch Crane!
The Old Eccentric looked at Wu He with a beaming smile, but his smile was exceptionally cold and frosty, containing a trace of razor-sharp Killing Intent.
Wu He gave a sinister little laugh. "What? Do I have to spell it out and name names? On this White Jade Plaza, aside from Feng Wenjun and me, who else here can be considered human?"
Whoosh—
At those words, killing intent erupted from both the Old Eccentric and Yin Jiuling.
Lin Bai's eyes narrowed as well, and he looked coldly at Wu He.
The Old Eccentric said, "Brother Wu He, what do you mean by that?"
Wu He chuckled. "Since you insist on pressing me, then I'll say it. Just don't become angry from embarrassment later."
"There are six people here altogether. Aside from Feng Wenjun and me, which of you can still be considered human?"
"Yin Jiuling? Nothing more than a freak who crawled back from hell."
"And you, Old Eccentric—you're only in your twenties, yet you have the body of a centenarian."
"As for the Half-Demon beside you, there's even less need to mention him. He's a monster with half demon blood flowing through his veins."
Wu He sneered coldly.
Lin Bai looked coldly at Wu He, Yin Jiuling, the Old Eccentric, and the Half-Demon giant beast. All of them had become strange because of abnormalities in the cultivation arts they practiced.
But Lin Bai was different. He had neither aged nor reincarnated. So why, in Wu He's eyes, was he still not considered human?
"As for you..." Wu He's gaze finally settled on Lin Bai.
Lin Bai raised his eyes as well and met Wu He's stare.
"Heh heh. Does a martial artist at the eighth level of the Yang God Realm count as human?" Wu He