Taking Shortcuts, Clashing Head-On

"You're Shen Yi! Number one on the Heavenly Rankings!"

Li Zhentian fixed Shen Yi with a pair of tiger eyes.

A man-eating gleam surfaced in his eyes.

Shen Yi nodded.

"That's me."

The red light in Li Zhentian's eyes intensified, as though he were looking at a feast fit for a glutton. He even licked his lips instinctively.

Shen Yi frowned.

In the other man's eyes,

he saw hunger and greed.

Li Zhentian had clearly already treated him as a dish, and was now considering how best to cook him.

Shen Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"How has Senior lingered on for several hundred years?"

Li Zhentian paused slightly, then said with a savage grin,

"You've noticed already?"

"By eating people, of course."

"In the hidden realms, only those who eat others can survive!"

"Especially martial artists like you, who cultivate the flesh and refine their qi and blood. Just smelling you is enough to make me drool!"

Shen Yi was not surprised. Most people in the hidden realms were of that sort; he had long grown accustomed to it.

"Speaking of tempering the body and cultivating oneself."

"Your sect specializes in that path, doesn't it?"

Li Zhentian smiled, baring his stark white teeth.

"Fierce Mountain Hall?"

"I've already eaten them all."

!

Eaten... them all?

Such ordinary, familiar words suddenly sounded utterly alien to the ears of the gathered martial world folk.

Fierce Mountain Hall was a great demonic sect that had split from the Demon Gate and entrenched itself in Northern Mang!

Yet it had been wiped out by Li Zhentian, their own patriarch...

Li Zhentian looked at the dumbstruck martial world folk below the platform and sneered.

"Once I kill you, I'll carve an iron law for the martial world of the future onto this Wordless Stele."