"So, you were the ones who obtained Master Black Wind's rumored legacy?"
Ghost Baleful Venerable stared intently at Li Yunjing. The seven Nascent Soul Cultivators behind him slowly advanced, their auras interweaving into an invisible net that sealed off every escape route for the three of them.
Zhou Yan and Liu Qingmei inwardly lamented their plight. Neither was in good condition, and against enemies this powerful, their chances of victory were slim.
Both instinctively looked toward Li Yunjing. Their only hope now rested with this "Fellow Daoist Li," whose true abilities remained deeply concealed.
Li Yunjing's expression remained calm, as though the eight Nascent Soul Cultivators before him were nothing more than clay chickens and pottery dogs.
"Ghost Baleful Venerable?"
"Never heard of you."
He looked at Ghost Baleful Venerable and said mildly, "As for the legacy-yes, we found something. But what does that have to do with you?"
"Arrogant!"
"A mere nascent soul middle stage cultivator dares act so insolently before us!"
A burly Nascent Soul Cultivator behind Ghost Baleful Venerable roared, "Hand over your storage rings at once, and we might leave your corpses intact!"
"Boy, you certainly are composed."
"But do you think the three of you can contend with all eight of us?"
Ghost Baleful Venerable waved a hand to silence his subordinate, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes. "You must have very little magical power left by now, don't you?"
He had clearly noticed Li Yunjing's earlier "weakness" and assumed it was the inevitable result of breaking the restrictions below.
At those words, the corners of Li Yunjing's mouth curved into something that was almost a smile. "Who told you my magical power-was exhausted?"
"Hmph! You dare bluff even with death staring you in the face!"
Ghost Baleful Venerable snorted coldly, murderous intent laid