Zhou Mian's face was filled with condescending pity as he said:
"Actually, I was doing this for your own good!"
Zhou Mian snorted coldly, pointed at everyone present—including the Four Great Divine Dynasties and several powerful sects—and said sharply.
"Today, all of you will die! I will use your blood to open the Immortal Dao inheritance."
The expressions of the other Dao Seeking cultivators finally changed completely as well.
"You think these dozen or so half-human, half-demon Dao Seeking cultivators can defeat everyone here? You truly are daydreaming!" the bald, brawny man said in a deep voice.
Zhou Mian shook his head and merely looked coldly at the bald man.
"Of course not!"
The voice had not come from Zhou Mian, but from within the crowd.
Amid converging gazes, a figure slowly stepped out and came to Zhou Mian's side.
That person wore a similar cloak, his face tightly hidden beneath the shadow of the hood. Yet unlike the half-human, half-demon cultivators behind Zhou Mian, not a trace of black mist swirled around him.
"And me!"
His voice sounded male, low and hoarse, but the hand he extended as he spoke was like that of a young girl—fair as scallion roots, soft as congealed fat.
That hand gently removed the hood, revealing the exquisite face of a youth. His features were as finely carved as ice and jade, without the slightest flaw. Amid his pallor was a faint translucence. Beneath slightly trembling long lashes, his peerlessly beautiful eyes were like sapphires beneath magnificent radiance.
The youth looked no more than fifteen or sixteen. His body beneath the cloak was exceedingly slight, and he stood barefoot, appearing so frail that a gust of wind might topple him. Yet he seemed more like a young deity fallen into the mortal world, faintly