A terrifying killing intent swept over. Ye Mo felt satisfied. As he used his immortal essence, the killing intent soon was fused into his god art by the Three Birth Chant.
Ye Mo could clearly feel part of his god arts improve. At the same time, his cultivation level loosened up. At this moment, he scanned his spirit sense outside. That terrifying murderous chi became much tamer. It wasn't fierce and oppressive as before.
"This blue wine's not bad, how much is the white wine?" Ye Mo put the empty wine kettle on the bar and asked Duniang.
There was no more sound in the shop. That long haired man who scorned Ye Mo even shivered. If he still didn't realise that Ye Mo hid his power, then he would be an idiot. Even if Ye Mo wasn't an immortal emperor, he would be a top level body refinement immortal.
