Fourth-Tier Immortal Beast!

Li Qingshan looked at Mo Wuhen and suddenly smiled.

It was an easy, untroubled smile, touched with faint mockery.

He did not mind Mo Wuhen's arrogance. The man's strength justified it.

But that did not mean he would indulge Mo Wuhen's temper.

"Survive ten moves from you?"

Li Qingshan shook his head. "From you? Survive ten moves from me, and I won't kill you."

The forest fell abruptly silent.

Mo Wuhen froze.

He had lived for centuries. A peerless prodigy since childhood, he had killed more cultivators than he could count.

Never had anyone answered his offer to spare them if they survived ten moves by turning those same words back on him.

Was this fellow insane, or did he truly have the strength to back it up?

Mo Wuhen stared into Li Qingshan's eyes.

They were deep as an abyss and still as water. There was no fear in them, no false bravado, only an unfathomable composure.

It was no act. It was the steadiness and confidence forged through countless brushes with life and death.

"Hahahaha..."

Mo Wuhen suddenly burst out laughing.

His laughter rang with undisguised delight and excitement, and fighting spirit blazed in his eyes.

"Interesting. You're an interesting fellow! Let's see whether your strength can back up that bold mouth of yours!"

He licked his lips, and demonic energy erupted around him.

This time, it was no casually conjured demonic-energy clone, but the true power of the Heavenly Demon Immortal Body.

Pitch-black demonic energy surged like an ocean, gathering behind him into a hundred-zhang phantom of a heavenly demon.

The phantom had three heads and six arms. Its hideous faces radiated an aura of destruction.

The forest for dozens of li around trembled beneath the pressure of its demonic energy.

Bottomless cracks split the earth. Ancient