Their gazes met.
Xu Qing didn't seem to notice the mutated beasts in the inn, the auras from the surroundings, or the ropes. He only looked at the old man.
The shadow behind him transformed into a pitch-black ghost that was ready to attack.
At the same time, Xu Qing circulated the Mountains and Seas Art at full force. Every single part of his flesh and blood was prepared to completely erupt at this moment.
The Sea Transformation Art was the same. The rain in the surroundings stopped in midair at this moment and surrounded Xu Qing, resonating with the spirit sea in his body.
It seemed like he could form a killing technique at any time.
It was the same for the poison and his shadow. At that moment, it was silent and undetectable. It had already spread to the inn and reached the feet of the strange old man.
