This Old Devil Ke was a notorious fiend in these parts. His Heaven Severing Demonic Art left him with few rivals among those of the same rank, and relying on his profound cultivation, he ran roughshod over everyone. Low-level Cultivators dreaded the sight of him and wished only to avoid him.
Seeing these people standing motionless, Old Devil Ke could not help growing suspicious.
Though Old Devil Ke acted without restraint, his mind was meticulous. Otherwise, while there might not be any Spirit Cultivation Stage cultivators in these parts, who could say that some cultivator might not have ties to a Spirit Cultivation Stage expert? If he offended one, it would mean trouble.
He glanced once more at the black mist shrouding the mountain peak, and his heart gave a jolt. Unlike those Origin Core Stage Cultivators, he could almost certainly conclude that it was a Xuantian Spirit Treasure.
Old Devil Ke knew that with his cultivation, he absolutely could not control such a treasure. Worse, possessing it would likely bring about his own death.
His thoughts spun swiftly. With a flick of his sleeve, a streak of white light shot out. Almost at the same instant, a voice rang in his ear. "How dare you!"
Old Devil Ke was startled. Opening his mouth, he cried, "Senior, spare my life!"
But with a blur before his eyes, he became dizzy and disoriented, no longer knowing where he was. The Origin Core Stage Cultivators left behind all drew sharp breaths, utterly shocked. To frighten Old Devil Ke into such a state, making him address someone as Senior—their cultivation was at least at the Spirit Cultivation Stage!
Tong Wuyan muttered to himself, "What kind of luck have I stumbled into, to actually encounter one of these legendary Seniors?"
Mo Yanlan comforted him,