Opposite Qin Ming,
the gaunt old man in black robes was wreathed in roiling demonic qi, emanating the mana fluctuations of the Golden Core Stage.
Qin Ming frowned at the sight, though his expression did not change much.
"Who might you be?"
"Coming here to play tricks and hide your identity—what exactly do you want?"
The old man in black gave a dry laugh, his gaze locking onto Qin Ming. "Heh heh heh! This Patriarch's surname is Yan. I wonder if you've heard of me?"
Old Devil Yan had revealed his true form, yet Qin Ming showed not the slightest panic. Instead, he chatted with him calmly.
It seemed he had something to rely on.
Old Devil Yan could not help but put away some of his contempt.
After all, when Duanmu Sheng had passed him the tip, he had said that a second-rank perfected great demon guarded this island.
"However, this Patriarch heard that a third-rank alchemist has appeared here, with cultivation merely at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. This Patriarch is short on pills for cultivation, so I came to take some."
"Oh, you came to take them? Then why don't you see whether they're easy to take?" Qin Ming said expressionlessly.
The moment his words fell,
suddenly!
A black gleam flashed with a pitch-black phantom. Its speed was horrifying, and before one could cover one's ears at the sound of thunder, it struck Qin Ming's body.
Clang!!
Within that black gleam was an ink-black ghost-headed saber. A skull was embedded in its hilt, releasing eerie, mournful ghostly wails.
The instant the ghost-headed saber touched Qin Ming, a layer of blood-colored true astral qi emerged. Spirit Marks flickered as the True Extremity Body revealed itself in perfect form.
The ghost-headed saber struck Qin Ming as though it had