"Are you the Myriad Demons Master?"
Although he was almost certain of the other party's identity, Jia Shouhong still couldn't help but ask.
With a teasing stare, Luo Ningshan taunted Jia Shouhong, "Thousands of years have passed, and yet someone can still recite the old man's title. For that reason alone, I suppose I should let you live a little longer."
Then, he turned his gaze towards Shen Feng, who was sitting cross-legged, and cast a glance at Shen Quantian, "Is this the one who destroyed your body, and killed your grandfather and father?"
"What a great day it is. I initially thought to wait until your power had grown stronger before letting you kill the boy with your own hands."
"Now there's no need. This boy's presence has completely dissipated, and probably even someone with an Acquired State Cultivation Level could easily end his life."
Amidst speaking,
Luo Ningshan's Soul Body drifted into the mid-air, and a faint black mist drifted out from his body.
