"I heard that you once killed Zhuo Donglai, Fellow Daoist Chu. Why is he still alive?"
On the mountain peak, Fu Yin asked curiously.
Chu Kuangren said mildly, "That was only an incarnation of his."
"I see. If you fought his true body, Fellow Daoist Chu, what would your chances of winning be?"
"A fight means an exchange of blows. If I truly wanted to kill him, one move would suffice. How could that be called a fight?"
Chu Kuangren spoke indifferently.
Hearing his words, Fu Yin's expression shifted, awed by his boldness.
But then she shook her head and smiled. "You must be joking, Fellow Daoist Chu. Whatever else he may be, Zhuo Donglai is a World Child at the ninth-grade Heavenly Immortal Realm. He also possesses the Primordial Yang Immortal Physique and many supreme techniques of the Eastern King Religion. How could killing him be so simple?"
She merely assumed Chu Kuangren was joking. After all, his earlier battle with Zhuo Donglai had been lively, rather than an utterly one-sided crushing.
Chu Kuangren offered no explanation.
Just then, powerful auras rapidly approached from afar.
"He's here!"
"No, wait. Why are there so many of them?!"
Fu Yin's expression changed.
She could sense over a dozen powerful auras besides Zhuo Donglai's, each at least at the Heavenly Immortal Realm!
Moreover, several of those auras were even on par with hers.
"Demonic qi. All of it is incredibly powerful demonic qi!"
"They're people of the Demonic Dao!"
Fu Yin spoke gravely, looking at Chu Kuangren. "Fellow Daoist Chu, we should leave quickly. We can't handle so many of them."
"Why leave? They're nothing but a motley mob."
"Fellow Daoist Chu, you..."
Fu Yin did not quite know what to say.
She thought Chu Kuangren was putting on a brave front.