Wood Realm Peak, huh. No wonder he could deal with that demon so easily.
"There won't be a next time."
Hei Wu Jue spoke.
His tone was so cold it felt bone‑piercing, as if even the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees.
Daoist Gu Zhi of course kept a smile plastered on his face, nodding repeatedly.
The noble Believer, right now, was just an ordinary person.
This display clearly left quite a few people around feeling disappointed, like the mystique had been stripped away, and their expectations for Daoist Gu Zhi weren't so high anymore.
Fang Yu's gaze followed Hei Wu Jue back to the Xiao Family's main group, and faintly, from the killing intent around this man, he felt a vague sense of familiarity.
Fang Yu carefully savored it, then suddenly realized.
That faint familiarity was clearly the feeling of Evil Qi!
Although Hei Wu Jue hadn't condensed Evil Qi yet, the killing intent around him was already beginning to show a rudimentary trace of it.
Unlike Players.
