Ever since he had arrived in the Northern Endless Sea, he had heard threats like that dozens of times. If not a hundred, then certainly close to it.
Yet he was still alive and well. As for the demons and cultivators who had threatened him—
They had either become Energy Points and part of his strength, or he had casually scattered even their Divided Souls.
At that thought, he shook his head almost imperceptibly.
"How boring."
As his calm words fell, another tremendous crack rang through the Golden Mountain Ninety-Ninth-Floor Hall.
Five distinct finger marks appeared on the uninjured side of Ghost Child's face.
That side, too, swelled up until his face resembled a pig's head.
"This..."
The demons and Human Race cultivators present stared in horror as Ghost Child was slapped off his feet again.
It was not Luo Yi's terrifying strength, or his ability to crush Ghost Child so easily, that shocked them.
It was that, from beginning to end, none of them had seen how the young man struck. They had not even sensed a fluctuation of Spiritual Energy before Ghost Child took a solid slap and went flying for no apparent reason.
"Could that kid be one of Ghost Child's fellow demons in disguise, someone with a grudge against him? Did he come to today's banquet just to humiliate Ghost Child in front of everyone?"
After all, even Human Race cultivators who practiced Body Forging Arts struggled to build bodies that could rival those of demons.
Even the Body-Refining Cultivators from the Mountain-Shaking Immortal Sect would have struggled to send Ghost Child, a demon at the Great Vehicle Limit, flying with one slap without circulating Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.
And the second time, Ghost Child had clearly been prepared. Yet he had still been sent