"What am I?"
A twist of distortion flashed through Leng Tianfeng's eyes.
Alkaid's words seemed to have stirred some long-buried memories within him.
How many years had it been!
Ever since he had cultivated his Primordial Spirit, how many years had it been since someone dared to speak to him like that.
But now...
This man of unknown origin, perhaps a Descendant, perhaps a native Loose Cultivator!
Or perhaps...
A native aboriginal who had received some kind of inheritance, actually dared to humiliate him like this!?
Did he really think he, Leng Tianfeng, could not kill a man!?
"Today, I will let you see what I am!"
Leng Tianfeng clasped his hands together fiercely, and behind him, a towering and majestic figure seemed to appear.
That was...
A human figure.
A human figure with a different face from his own body, but one that belonged to his true body.
