The two sides met.
The Interception Sect's second senior brother and the others were filled with fury, their gazes like pillars of flame. Even from a hundred meters away, Li Su felt the pressure. The air trembled, pierced through by their stares.
Hatred and rage intertwined, forming an edge like sharpened swords that made the air around him shudder ceaselessly. They were, after all, at the Taiyi realm. Killing with a glance was hardly difficult for them. If it had been an ordinary mortal, a single look would likely have completely annihilated their soul.
Their reaction was somewhat unexpected. After all, the feelings conveyed by emotion could not be faked.
Li Su's soul had undergone the sublimation of the Nether Script and had already qualitatively transformed. To him, sensing such emotions was no different from smelling scents with his nose. He could clearly distinguish an emotion's intensity, nature, and whether it was disguised at a glance.
Those people's emotions were all normal—unquestionably fury and hatred.
If this was acting, then it was genuinely damn impressive. They were outright Oscar-level performers, having completely forgotten their own identities. Body and soul, they stood with the Interception Sect's disciples, utterly immersed in their roles.
Of course, such things were hard to say for certain.
Perhaps under normal circumstances, they maintained their cover by forgetting their true identities?
And there was still one more person.
Standing amid that group was someone with an incomparably powerful aura, clearly above the Mythic realm. Yet his expression remained calm. He showed no reaction to the obviously abnormal expressions of White Gate and the others beside Li Su.
So, no matter which one among this group was the mole, this play still had to go on.
From the very beginning, Li Su had never thought that casually putting