"A Spirit Transformation cultivator from Great Jin?"
The Mountain Ogre God turned his gaze and swiftly sensed the presence rising from the bare-chested brawny man.
A trace of wariness immediately flashed through his black-and-yellow pupils.
But his gaze relaxed a moment later.
For he keenly perceived that, although the presence rising from this figure was vigorous, it was full of immaturity, as though it had only recently sprouted.
"So you've only just entered Spirit Transformation... heh."
A vicious gleam flashed through the Mountain Ogre God's eyes, then quietly vanished.
His enormous, black-haired palms swept past the Nascent Soul cultivators and the cultivators of Great Qi.
Not only did they not stop, they instead accelerated toward the brawny man and the young cultivator, sweeping across the space below.
Whoosh-
Two sky-obscuring hands closed together. The mountains along their path offered no resistance, snapping and falling like straw in a gale.
Yet the bare-chested figure between those hands seemed completely oblivious. As though no one else were there, he turned to look at the young cultivator beside him, who was drenched in blood and seemed somewhat nervous.
The bones of his ears shifted slightly. Even from this great distance, the Mountain Ogre God could hear that calm voice, which seemed to harbor boundless surging waves:
"Was it this one?"
The young cultivator hurriedly nodded.
"Yes, Master, it was him!"
Then he said with some concern:
"Master, shouldn't we rescue the others first?"
The brawny man's expression remained indifferent.
"No need for all that trouble."
Master and disciple?
Hearing their conversation, the Mountain Ogre God was slightly surprised, before a savage gleam appeared in his eyes.
Too confident!
This Spirit Transformation cultivator from Great Jin was so confident. Did he think this god was as useless as that Third-Rank God, the Infant God?