"Who are you?" Cang Yunhai asked, his gaze falling on Lin Taichu as though he wanted to see his true face clearly.
Lin Taichu raised his head, and an eerie purple gleam shone in his eyes, instantly drawing the attention of many. They felt as if the scene before them were twisting, their heads suddenly growing drowsy as their souls sank into Chaos, like falling into a nightmare from which they could not awaken.
"Hm?" Cang Yunhai's expression tightened slightly as he stared at Lin Taichu's eyes. From those purple pupils, he sensed an intense Demonic Dao aura, as if they belonged to someone who cultivated Evil Arts.
Boom, boom... At that moment, a series of thunderous explosions suddenly erupted from within Lin Taichu's body, and his bloodline began to roar wildly.
A terrifying Demonic Intent shot into the sky, like that of a Demon God—overbearing and vicious. Cang Yunhai's body shook violently, and he staggered several steps back.
Lin Taichu spread his arms. Enormous demonic shadows stood in the void like Demon Gods, releasing incomparably powerful waves of Demonic Intent that enveloped the entire mountain peak.
In an instant, everyone felt a chilling pressure bearing down on them. Their chests heaved violently, and their faces were filled with deep terror.
"D-Demonic shadows!" The crowd's hearts convulsed, their eyes widening. Wasn't this man a disciple of Chunyang Palace? Why did he possess Demonic Dao power?
"A demonic cultivator?" Cang Yunhai's eyes flickered. Though he was puzzled, he felt no fear. He was a powerhouse of the Origin Emperor Sixth Layer Realm—how could he fear a mere demonic cultivator?
"Since we have met today, I'd like to see just how high your cultivation is." A sharp glint flashed through Cang Yunhai's eyes as he stepped forward and shot out.
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