The old man gently waved his hand. "Don't bother with such formalities. I am Qingpingzi, Overlord of the Eight-Star World. Just call me Martial Uncle Qingping. At my age, that wouldn't be taking advantage of you, would it?"
The Demon Emperor hurriedly waved his hands. "Not at all. Greetings, Martial Uncle Qingping."
One look at the man's attire told him that this was an accomplished master.
The Demon Emperor looked at him curiously. He sensed very little shadow power on the old man's body.
"Martial Uncle, there seem to be no signs of shadow erosion on you. Could you have a way to guard against the shadows?"
Qingpingzi laughed heartily. "Not at all, not at all. My cultivation technique is special. It is called One Body, Two Faces."
"What you see now is my Sage Face."
"In a moment, you will see my Evil Face."
"Let me cripple my cultivation first. Otherwise, I'm afraid I might hurt you all."
The old man crippled his own cultivation before everyone's eyes. He did not even spare the ox beneath him, crippling it until it had no strength left to fight back.
Demon Emperor Daochen watched him nervously.
He saw black energy suddenly spread over the ox-riding old man's entire body. The old man became hideously ferocious, two horns sprouting from his head as he transformed into a demon.
His body was immensely powerful, every part of it radiating explosive strength that was difficult to control.
Fortunately, he had already crippled all his cultivation and meridians.
The Demon Emperor now channeled world power into him, but his Evil Face remained expressionless. He merely stared coldly at the Demon Emperor, as though he wanted to tear him into ten thousand pieces.
Although he did not resist, that gaze alone was enough to give anyone