Fahai sat within the Mahavira Hall. Over the years, he had witnessed countless disciples breaking through to the tribulations of the Great Emperor Realm, front and back, who knew how many times. Now that it was his turn, he had naturally long since regarded it as something commonplace, and was not particularly surprised.
Very soon, Fahai had found the demonic aura.
His nostrils flared, and on that red-lipped, white-toothed face appeared a fierce expression; he could not help revealing a few traces of excitement as well.
He was also deliberately planning to show off properly in front of Qin Jiuge.
Fahai was proud, and his pride lay in his words.
He did not believe that breaking through to the Half-step Supreme Realm required some so-called person to help him undergo tribulation.
His disciples' cultivation was insufficient, and their Buddhist Dharma still had vast room for improvement, which was why they needed to act so recklessly.
But he, Fahai, naturally did not. As the most enlightened eminent monk in Jinshan Temple's history, a mere Half-step Supreme Realm—even if it could link with the heaven-and-earth Dharma fruit—was still, deep in his heart and to him, nothing more than a small matter.
"Layman Qin, can you smell this body's dense demonic aura, like thunder and fire?
Since it is a demon, it ought to receive punishment."
Fahai leapt, and the great crimson kasaya on his body fluttered and danced at that moment.
With the Lightning Emperor Treasure Technique enhancing him, arcs and streaks of lightning radiance scattered around Qin Jiuge's body, and with incomparable ease, he followed alongside Fahai, watching as the other man flew swiftly toward the white-haired old man.
Qin Jiuge kindly reminded him from the side, saying, "Among men there are good men and wicked men; among demons, naturally, there