One person? He looked like he was out for a stroll?
Taking a stroll in the Mist Zone?
A flicker of doubt—and wariness—passed through the man's heart.
Slap.
The Primordial Blood man landed lightly, staring at Lin Hui as he emerged.
"Interesting. Four masks? This is the first time I've seen someone this stupid. Couldn't you just make yourself a hood? The gaps between four masks are so wide—what can they possibly hide? Idiot." The Primordial Blood man could not help but laugh.
Lin Hui's leisurely posture abruptly stiffened.
He stopped and looked at the Primordial Blood man through his masks.
"Really? They can't hide it?" he asked carefully, frowning.
"Obviously. In the eyes of the strong, your aura, bearing, inner force, Void Force, and so on are all traces and distinguishing features. What good is hiding just your face? This is the first time I've seen a Martial Artist as stupid as you." The man laughed, unusually willing to give him a careful explanation.
"You're quite unpleasant when you talk," Lin Hui said softly.
"Yeah, lots of people say that about me. So what?" the man replied with a grin.
"Didn't your parents ever tell you that if you talk too nastily..." Lin Hui raised his head, resting a hand lightly on the hilt of the Ruyi Sword. "...your head might fall off on its own?"
"?? Are you threatening me!?" The Primordial Blood man's eyes widened, as though he had discovered something incredibly amusing.
He pointed at his own neck.
"Interesting. Come on, come on, slash right here. If you've got the guts, kill me! Come on!"
As he spoke, he grabbed his slightly crooked head and took it off, trying to reposition it properly.
"Wait!?" Suddenly, his movements froze.
"Why can I take my head off??!!!"
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