The moment the pale, thin man finished speaking, an incredibly powerful demonic aura suddenly erupted from his entire body.
Pale green energy spread beneath the Heavenly Eye, turning into rippling waves that surged toward me with a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."
The flames on the portable gas stove crackled, while the dead leaves in the courtyard and the hanging male corpse swayed from side to side within the demonic aura.
Chuyang, Peng Laosan, and Red Cloud Daoist, who stood beside me, all revealed pained expressions at that moment.
The overwhelming pressure of this demonic aura allowed me to clearly and directly judge his cultivation.
He was in the Demon Refinement Realm. In terms of our cultivation, that was the early Vitality Soul Realm.
There was still a gap between him and the peak Strength Soul Realm Red Cloud Daoist had mentioned.
Though it was only one realm apart, after the Strength Soul Realm, the gap between every realm was immense.
An early Vitality Soul Realm cultivator, provided neither side used talismans or magical artifacts—
could take on three peak Strength Soul Realm cultivators.
Even in the entire Feng Shui world, he would be an extremely terrifying existence.
Unfortunately, he had met me today.
"Such... such a powerful aura."
"Wh-what level of cultivation is this?"
Chuyang and Peng Laosan spoke in shock.
I stood in front of them without saying a word, merely staring at him.
The pale, thin man stared coldly at me. Seeing that my expression remained unchanged beneath his pressure, he narrowed his eyes.
But he did not hesitate. With a cold snort, he kicked a bamboo stool in front of him.
The bamboo stool shot at me with a whoosh. I simply sidestepped, and it flew past me.
The instant I dodged it, the pale, thin man had