In the eyes of Near-Gods, cultivators in the early Saint Immortal stage were no more than ants; they could crush them with ease. Seeing Ling Tian walk straight toward them, the two relaxed their guard and watched him with amused interest.
"Heh heh, Yellow Robe, look at this little fellow. He's dressed in finery, and there are several divine artifacts on him. Their grades are all pretty good, too. He must be the son of some powerful faction—a spoiled young master." The red-robed cultivator gave a sinister chuckle, a wicked glint in his eyes.
That was right. To mislead the two men, Ling Tian had deliberately dressed like a spoiled young master. He had also deliberately let Youye and the Mysterious Yellow Tower give off some of their auras.
"Red Fire, what? Have you taken a fancy to the little fellow?" Yellow Robe asked, though his tone was certain. Then he nodded. "Our disciples are short on high-grade divine artifacts. Killing him would be as easy as lifting a hand. Why not?"
"Agreed. We split the divine artifacts evenly," Red Fire said, his smile growing wider. "As it happens, the divine artifacts on this little fellow have earth and fire attributes. They'd suit our disciples perfectly."
Yellow Robe nodded. He had no objection to that arrangement, and his gaze toward Ling Tian grew even more sinister.
Ling Tian, however, acted as if he hadn't sensed their murderous intent. He sauntered over, then said arrogantly, "Hey, you two, which faction are you from? You should know who I am, right? I'm from the Heavenly Venerate Palace. Hurry up and take me to Lingxiao Pavilion. My master sent me to find Ling Tian and discuss how to drive a wedge between the Earth Yellow realms."
Ling Tian was undeniably clever. He had