Pop!
A soft sound rang out!
The patch of empty space Cheng Buzheng had been watching rippled.
The next moment!
Seven or eight figures stepped out of that void, as though they had crossed through a curtain of water.
At this moment!
One of the leading demonic cultivators, his entire body wreathed in ghostly mist, frowned at the figure standing in the air—a figure who seemed like a Mortal, utterly devoid of any pressure.
A trace of gravity flashed through his eyes. He chuckled and said:
"Your eyesight is sharp indeed, Your Excellency. You actually saw through the secret art of us brothers?"
"It seems Your Excellency is no ordinary Golden Core cultivator either?"
Another demonic cultivator immediately added:
"Indeed!"
"We eight brothers have roamed the Boundless Sea for many years. Those who have seen through our tracks can be counted on one hand!"
"We brothers greatly admire Your Excellency's methods. Might we ask which Immortal Sect Your Excellency cultivates with?"
"Exactly. Perhaps us eight brothers have some prior acquaintance with cultivators of your sect?"
"If so, how about we let today's matter rest?"
"..."
For a time!
Though the eight ferocious-faced figures, their bodies suffused with Killing Intent, spoke mildly as though making small talk, they quietly spread out during the exchange, sealing off every avenue of retreat for the figure who looked like a mere Mortal.
And though they appeared to be chatting casually, a hint of solemnity flickered through their eyes!
Looking closely, one could see that within their broad sleeves, or in the hands held behind their backs, each of the eight held a treasure in reverse grip, with Spirit Light faintly glimmering from them.
Clearly.
These eight Evil Cultivators had not let down their guard because of this.
From this, it was also clear...
If