After more than a dozen straw figures exploded, I stood where I was, my expression calm.
The old man in black stood frozen in terror, staring at the dead grass raining down from the sky.
Behind me, a battle spirit appeared, clad head to toe in black armor, wearing a bronze ghost mask, carrying a great bow on his back and wielding a curved saber. Ghostly energy surged all around him.
The overwhelming ghostly energy spread like waves of black mist.
Under the Heavenly Eye, it was terrifying to behold.
I said nothing, but Li Huo behind me respectfully asked,
"Lord Jiang Ning, should I kill him immediately?"
The old man in black's expression changed drastically upon hearing this, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He could sense Li Huo's power.
Instinctively, he took two steps back.
He hurriedly said,
"Young friend, that was just a misunderstanding. As they say, no friendship without a fight. Why don't we make friends?"
I raised a hand, signaling Li Huo not to move for now.
At the same time, I said to the old man in black,
"You think you're worthy of being my friend?"
I spoke coldly.
From his words, I could already sense his fear and panic.
The old man in black continued,
"This humble Daoist is Blackwater, a disciple of the Nine Corpses Sect of Western Hunan, considered a renowned evil sect.
My master is none other than the infamous Nine Corpse Daoist, well known throughout the Feng Shui Arcane Sect.
With such a background, am I qualified to befriend you, young friend?"
As he said this, he even wore a proud expression, as if he had just revealed some incredibly impressive identity.
But hearing it, I was completely stunned.
The Nine Corpses Sect of Western Hunan? His master was the