The shocking scene of Xiao Ming ripping off the surrounding violet mist was dazzling to the cultivators present. Most people had already begun forming a sense of wariness towards the mysterious white robed youth. Their auras might seem strong but it definitely couldn't restrain the violet mist in the way Xiao Ming did. Strangely, even Xiao Ming could not give a tangible assumption for the current scenario.
Xiao Ming dove in and out in turns as he continuously isolated himself from concentrated regions. If he wanted to truly train he could only head in to the danger zones around the mountain range. Of course, he did not dare to alert the Mortal Soul demonic beasts. A slight provocation would lead to a certain death he surely could not evade.
