Demonic Bell, the Man in Black's Trump Card

"Hmm? I had underestimated you. You were slightly stronger than this old man had imagined!"

Ning Yuanqi spoke with a smile, his hands clasped behind his back, looking exceptionally relaxed. His teasing tone made it clear that he did not take the Man in Black seriously at all.

"Senior, you... what do you mean by this?" The Man in Black retreated again and again, his mind trembling wildly as vigilance flared in his eyes.

Sensing the sharp killing intent radiating from them, the Man in Black's expression turned grave, as though facing a formidable enemy!

These two had been chatting with smiles one moment, only to strike with ruthless decisiveness the next.

So fickle and unpredictable, without the slightest warning—and coupled with their immense strength—even he, an Evil Cultivator who once killed without batting an eye, could not help but feel enormous pressure.

After all, in this world, the unknown was the most terrifying thing of all.

"Do demon cultivators need a reason to kill?"

"As for this Venerable Ku Rong you mentioned, this old man will naturally go meet him. But you... hehehe..."

Ning Yuanqi's expression did not change. His calm words sounded as though he were merely stating some trivial matter.

As he finished speaking, an evil chuckle escaped his lips.

"Since you came, then if you wish to live, show us what you have to stay alive! Otherwise, you can only leave your life here!"

Feng Heyu took over, her voice gentle, her seductive eyes seeming to discharge electricity.

Every movement, every frown and smile dealt a tremendous blow to the Man in Black's mind.

The Man in Black was no ordinary Evil Cultivator, but these two were even less ordinary as demon cultivators.

In this invisible contest, the Man in Black had already fallen into the