"An Ancestral Witch Body?!"
Feeling a peculiar resonance within his body, Xuan Ming stared at Ling Feng in astonishment.
To manifest an Ancestral Witch Body, one needed two things: Pangu's essence blood and the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art.
Otherwise, even transforming into a colossal figure was merely assuming the form of heaven and earth, not an "Ancestral Witch Body"!
Yet Ling Feng had actually manifested an Ancestral Witch Body. Although it was still in its infancy, it could already resonate with Xuan Ming's own.
That was precisely why Xuan Ming was so shocked.
"Who exactly are you?"
Xuan Ming questioned Ling Feng, but his expression was no longer so icy, and his killing intent had subsided.
For a moment, Ling Feng felt considerably less pressure, though he dared not let his guard down.
After all, he was facing Xuan Ming, an Ancestral Witch at the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
Secretly, Ling Feng began preparing the peak Great Luo puppet hidden inside his Space Ring. Right now, it was the only thing that could save his life.
With the puppet ready for battle, Ling Feng grew less nervous. He looked at Xuan Ming, unsure why the man had suddenly withdrawn his killing intent. Still, someone like him was best left unprovoked.
With that in mind, Ling Feng said to Xuan Ming, "Ancestral Witch Xuan Ming, you've got it wrong. I'm not a member of the Demon Race, nor have I colluded with them. I was just passing through when that demon happened to pester me. I'm only an ordinary Golden Immortal. If you don't believe me, examine me with your divine sight. You'll know whether I'm telling the truth."
Assuming Xuan Ming suspected him of being with the demons, Ling Feng immediately distanced himself from the Demon Race.
However, that was not