Yang Zhao's voice held a hint of amusement, and a trace of coldness.
The plants beneath his feet slowly withered under the chill he radiated.
They could not withstand even the faint power emanating from Primordial Spirit Perfection.
His aura merely hovered nearby without spreading outward.
Something invisible blocked its spread.
A gentle breeze blew past, stirring the tips of Jiang Man's hair.
The eyes beneath remained as calm as ever.
He seemed entirely unaffected by the powerful aura around him.
"Are you going to kill me, senior brother?" Jiang Man suddenly asked.
He sensed a very strange intent, completely different from anything in his previous assessments.
If he was not mistaken, it was killing intent.
Apart from the Evil God undercover agent he had encountered at the Immortal Gate Grand Competition, Jiang Man had never sensed killing intent during any other assessment or mission.
Everyone was there to pass assessments and earn Spirit Sources.
No one would rashly kill someone.
First, the sect would investigate.
Second, they could easily provoke someone with powerful backing.
Thus, even though restrictions were relatively relaxed in the Inner Sect, few people would slaughter fellow disciples within sect territory.
Although Black Spirit Abyss was far from the sect, it was indeed within its jurisdiction.
Without a blood feud, few would drag themselves into that whirlpool.
There were many ways to vent one's anger, and killing carried the heaviest price.
"You really are perceptive, junior brother." Yang Zhao watched Jiang Man, his aura spreading little by little, seemingly preparing to kill. "They all call you Heaven's Favorite. Not the kind who shines at Foundation Establishment or Golden Core, but one whose talent remains unrivaled even beyond the Primordial Spirit realm.
"Many say that, judging by your current performance, even Return to the Void won't be