Medicine Emperor Banquet, the Humble Qin Zhonghai!

After the shock passed, Lu Ming gave Feng Qingzhu a slight shake of his head. Feng Qingzhu understood at once, turning back around and no longer looking at Guo Yuan.

Lu Ming, too, remained expressionless as he turned away. Yet his hand silently tightened around the hilt of his blade.

Whoosh!

The world suddenly brightened. Within his special, three-hundred-and-sixty-degree field of vision without a single blind spot, Lu Ming fixed his gaze tightly on Guo Yuan.

He saw Guo Yuan's gaze sweep over Feng Qingzhu. Yet Guo Yuan's emotions held only astonishment, appreciation, and at most a trace of greed.

There was no hatred, no killing intent!

This Guo Yuan was a fake!

Lu Ming heaved a great sigh of relief. For that instant just now, he had truly thought he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Thinking calmly, Guo Yuan had been smashed into minced meat by his Flick-Finger Divine Ability. No matter how miraculous an item capable of reviving the dead might be, it could not bring him back to life!

Lu Ming's expression grew solemn as he watched Guo Yuan pass their row and head toward the seats farther ahead, where the core disciples of the First-Rate Sects sat.

A dark gleam flashed through Lu Ming's eyes as he used the Heaven Leak Divine Ability to carefully inspect Guo Yuan's aura.

Sure enough, this "Guo Yuan's" aura differed from that of the real Guo Yuan from before!

Yet there was a sense of familiarity within it. That near-perfect control over his aura was exactly the same as Zhou Zhen's and Chen Ping's.

He immediately understood. This Guo Yuan was a disciple of the Blood-Worshipping Demon Cult in disguise.

Lu Ming was secretly alarmed. How long had Guo Yuan been dead? Yet the Blood-Worshipping Demon Cult had