The yang fire on this man in black was suppressed very low. Even with the Nether Path Heavenly Eye open, it was difficult to detect the fire aura on him.
His three flames had been concealed by some method, just like when I wore the Phantom Moon Cloak, cutting off his aura.
At a glance, it would have been easy to mistake him for a ghost.
But he was a person—a living person.
Hearing that, I paused slightly. He wanted to teach me respect?
This man in black was probably not qualified.
And judging from the information revealed in his words,
this man in black was likely an evil cultivator. The middle-aged fierce ghost Blazing Fire had just killed was probably raised by him.
From the look of it, he had mistaken me for one of his kind.
He thought the ghosts drawn in by my Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Wheel were meant to be devoured or used to cultivate evil arts.
If that was the case, there was nothing more to say. I would just kill him.
The fewer evil cultivators like this there were, the better.
I looked at him and smiled, speaking arrogantly.
"You old bastard, you sure talk big!
You alone won't be enough. You'd better call all your companions too, so there'll be enough for me to kill!"
Not to mention that my cultivation was already above average in the entire geomancy world.
Even if I encountered an evil cultivator, I could handle them unless they were especially formidable.
And besides, Blazing Fire was here.
Of course, acting arrogant made it easier to provoke an opponent and cause them to lose their rational judgment.
That would make it easier for me to strike, and perhaps I could get more information out of him.
Hearing me, the