Thirteen Transformations of Yin Wind and Ghost Mist was a top-tier close-combat movement technique even in the Dry Abyss Realm. In the Dragon-Subduing Realm, where one could ascend while still at the innate stage, it might not quite count as dimensional suppression, but it was close enough.
Bi Shexin and Zhuo Buqun had never witnessed such an uncanny method. Their eyes met, and both were deeply alarmed.
Bi Shexin in particular was no ordinary man. As Left Envoy Mo Luo's trusted confidant, he had heard plenty about his leader's useless son.
Rumors outside claimed that Mo Chang was mud that could not be plastered onto a wall, that he had relied entirely on treasures of heaven and earth to pile up his Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation. His brains and methods were both utter trash; only his lust and bloodthirst stood out. Even among the Devil Race, where everyone was a pervert, he was a peerless pervert.
Bi Shexin dared to beat his chest and dispel those rumors: they were not rumors. They were all true. Mo Chang truly was rotten beyond redemption.
Yet looking at Mo Chang now, his lightness skill and breath-concealing techniques alone were enough to rival the Four Dharma Kings of the Heavenly Demon Sect. he was not useless—he had been enduring in silence. It had all been an act.
Bi Shexin took a deep breath and cupped his fists. "In the past, I knew only that the Young Master was incorrigibly mischievous and unloved by the Sect Master. Today, I finally understand that the Sect Master and the Young Master had plans all along. I was the one too foolish to grasp them, mistaking rumors for the truth."
"No need to belittle yourself. Few know that this Young Master keeps a low profile. The whole point