Liu Ming stood still, his gaze coldly sweeping over the group.
The man in the gray robe was, unexpectedly, at the mid-stage of the Condensing Liquid realm, while the other seven or eight people were merely cultivators at the later stages of the Condensing Liquid realm.
Except for the seemingly fearless man in the gray robe, the Condensing Liquid cultivators opposite him appeared somewhat timid, their glances evasively shifting when meeting Liu Ming's gaze.
"Hmph, you need not fear him," the man in the gray robe suddenly sneered coldly at the others, "Although he is of the Condensing Liquid realm, he is currently breaking through a bottleneck and can barely harness any magic power; moreover, he has just inhaled my Heart Rot Poison and probably lacks even the strength to defend himself."
