Lin Zixiao revealed his true appearance.
In an instant, towering black demonic qi churned and surged around him, as though it could devour people at any moment.
At the same time, the immense Spiritual Pressure of Foundation Establishment Perfection descended abruptly, far surpassing that of Old Ghost Mu He and the others.
Even among those at Foundation Establishment Perfection, there were differences!
Qin Ming's heart tightened. This Demonic Path Overlord from Wei Kingdom was likely only one step away from breaking through to the Golden Core Stage.
This man's schemes, fortune, methods, courage, and resolve were all among the very best of the many outstanding figures Qin Ming had encountered.
In midair.
Killing Intent like mountains of corpses and seas of blood emanated from Lin Zixiao, causing the surrounding air to plunge to freezing point.
Old Ghost Mu He stared at the shocking change before him and cried out gravely, "A demonic cultivator!"
The other two Foundation Establishment Perfection cultivators also faced him as if confronting a great enemy. Secretly circulating their mana, they gripped their trump-card spirit artifacts in their hands.
"Hmph! Who would have thought you were a demonic cultivator as well? Could it be that you concealed your cultivation and feigned weakness earlier because you wanted to play the pig to eat the tiger and lure us into a trap?" Old Ghost Mu He snorted coldly. His heart still thudded with lingering fear.
If Qin Ming had not exposed the other party's identity on the spot, the three of them might truly have fallen for this demonic cultivator's trick!
Lin Zixiao smiled faintly and said with utter disdain, "To deal with three wine sacks and rice bags like you, would This Seat need to set a trap?"
"You think far too highly of yourselves."
"If Fellow Daoist