Gu Yunhe's expression turned ugly. Something was wrong—very wrong.
The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it?
"Hahaha!" The original owner of the body burst into laughter from within him.
"Good, good, good. Have we walked right into someone else's jar?"
"This is wonderful!"
"Shut up!" Gu Yunhe barked.
Something was off with him now. Having just suppressed the original owner's soul, he was exceptionally weak.
The reality was that a single Emperor Rank existence was enough to place him in a life-and-death crisis.
"Hm?" Gu Yunhe's gaze fell upon Qin Luo, his eyes brimming with uncertainty and suspicion.
"You're not Emperor Rank?"
"You actually aren't Emperor Rank?"
His expression shifted dramatically, from disbelief to wild delight in an instant.
"Hahaha!"
"You aren't even Emperor Rank, yet you dare lie in ambush for me here?"
"Hahaha! Is there anything more ridiculous under heaven?"
"Who gave you the courage?"
Gu Yunhe swept away his earlier panic and terror, assuming an aloof posture as he looked down on Qin Luo with utter contempt.
"Not even Emperor Rank?" The good mood that had just risen within Gu Yunhe vanished without a trace.
"What kind of mess is this? You're not Emperor Rank, yet you still dream of fighting an Emperor Rank?"
"Do you think this is some minor realm where you can kill across ranks? This is Emperor Rank! The pinnacle of cultivation realms!"
"You truly don't know whether you're alive or dead."
He had originally entertained the fantasy that, should even the slightest accident occur, he might be able to reclaim control of his body. But now?
Even the door was gone.
"Don't get cocky yet."
"Hold it."
"It is still far, far too early for you to be pleased with yourself."
"I have to say, you two really