"Youngster, how boastful you are!"
Ju Liuzi let out a sinister laugh, watching Zhong Shenxiu whose hair began to grow and nails lengthen, his expression changed: "No, are you also a cultivator?"
He wasn't too surprised.
After all, making such a big scene and attracting a few loose cultivators from other sects was quite normal.
Confident in himself as a true inheritor of the Xuanmen Orthodox, with strong mana, and even more formidable after succumbing to demonic influences, any cultivators coming from unorthodox paths were just easy targets.
At this moment, with a wave of his hand, tree vines shot up from the ground like spears, aiming to pierce Zhong Shenxiu's heart with a thousand thrusts.
Poof! Poof!
Ju Liuzi, experienced in magical battles, knew this ground spear formation was just a feint and had several other formidable moves in reserve.
But to see the wooden spears actually pierce through Zhong Shenxiu left him astonished: "Turns out you're just a fake!"
