"You insolent whelp, spouting such wild boasts!"
Ju Liuzi let out a sinister cackle. Watching Zhong Shenxiu's hair begin to grow and his fingernails lengthen, his expression changed. "Wait... you're a cultivator too?"
He was not particularly surprised.
After all, making such a huge commotion and attracting a few Rogue Cultivators from unorthodox paths was perfectly normal.
He considered himself a disciple of the orthodox Daoist tradition, with profound magical power. After falling into demonic cultivation, his ferocity had only grown. No matter how many unorthodox cultivators came, they would merely be sending themselves to the chopping block.
With a wave of his hand, vines shot up from the ground like spears, stabbing toward Zhong Shenxiu and preparing to pierce him through with ten thousand spears.
Puff! Puff!
Ju Liuzi was rich in combat experience. This forest of earth-spears was merely a feint, and he had several powerful follow-up moves prepared.
Yet the wooden spears stabbed straight through Zhong Shenxiu. Astonishment appeared on his face. "So you're a useless fake too!"
"Yeah... a genuine useless fake of a Corpse Release Immortal... But you can't damage this body."
A strange smile appeared on Zhong Shenxiu's face.
Ju Liuzi suddenly sensed an immense danger descending upon him.
A terrifying aura emerged within his mind, making him feel as though he had plunged into an abyss.
Even his demonic body trembled violently beneath that aura.
"This feeling..."
Ju Liuzi's face twisted, and the tumors covering his body burst one after another.
He had experienced this terrifying feeling only once before: back when he had not yet betrayed his sect, during a grand ceremony, from several Old Ancestors who could be called "Great Sages of the Daoist Sect."
"You're... an immortal!"
Ju Liuzi's features began to melt. Drops of pus fell to the ground,