A Borrowed Head

The artifact long sword trembled slightly.

Ke Zhenbei was somewhat surprised. He had not expected even one-third of the sword qi to be unable to suppress this man. So he pulled the treasured sword out a little farther.

The sword qi surged wildly.

The suppressed aura instantly swelled back, and the wavering mirrored region stabilized once more. A faint smile appeared on Ke Zhenbei's face.

He had made up his mind.

Whether this man was an evil creature that had escaped from inside the tomb or not, he would suppress him and seize the secrets on him.

Others might not know, but he had clearly detected it before.

The real Master Ling Xu had already long ago been killed by Venerable Yang Ji. At the time, he had been at the foot of the mountain, and his divine sense had observed everything with perfect clarity. Even if this impostor was not an evil creature that had escaped from inside the tomb, he was certainly an Evil Cultivator with ulterior motives. Killing such a person would be killing him for nothing, while also enhancing his reputation for Monster Slaying and Demon Extermination.

"How have you considered it?"

Seeing the other party's expression grow increasingly gloomy, the smile on Ke Zhenbei's face became even brighter.

He greatly enjoyed this feeling of using power to crush others.

A Dao Integration Cultivator?

A Rogue Cultivator without any foundation, even if he reached the Dao Integration Realm, would merely be among the lowest of the low within that realm.

No senior brother or patriarch behind him!

No artifacts or Immortal Artifacts.

None of these things were something a Rogue Cultivator could possess. In the Immortal Cultivation World, talent alone was often not enough to rise. The Emperor's Tomb World might be reset once every ten