"Who are you, and why do you have the token I gave Li Ling?" Blood Lion asked, his expression wary and his voice stern.
But just then, he suddenly sensed something amiss and fixed his piercing gaze on Lin Ti.
Li Ling gave a cold laugh. His body became fragrance, his form dispersed like smoke, and within moments, he had transformed from solid flesh into an incorporeal state.
With two hundred years of cultivation powering this art, even if he could not fight a Core Formation Cultivator head-on, he would certainly not be killed by some stray shock wave, dying for no reason in a clash between two masters.
Lin Ti dropped his disguise. Dharma power circulated through his body, and the imposing presence of a Core Formation expert erupted.
A blade resembling ice appeared in his palm, a foot or so long, with no hilt and only half a sword's body. He raised his hand and struck toward the ground.
In an instant, cold spread, turning the earth's spirit resonance into glittering frost.
Everything within several hundred yards froze. The array foundations hidden deep underground, along with the array treasures and other objects buried there beforehand, were sealed in solid ice.
He had stripped the Black Market's people of their home-ground advantage, yet no one aboveground noticed anything unusual. Even the mortal women nearby retained their signs of life, untouched by the aftershocks.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, Lin Ti soared high into the air and looked down upon Blood Lion.
"Who exactly are you?" Blood Lion asked coldly.
Lin Ti said arrogantly, "No need for further talk yet. Only if you survive one move from me will you be qualified to know my name."
Blood Lion flew into a rage. "Such shameless boasting!"
He raised his fist and gathered