Within the grand hall, a few sticks of sandalwood slowly burned, creating a faint mist, enveloping the entire palace.
Along with the mist, there was a layer of array covering the side hall.
Master Zitian's figure appeared more hazy and mysterious in the smoke.
He walked slowly, stopping at five feet away, looking at Ye Jingcheng.
Even if he stood lower, his gaze seemed as though Ye Jingcheng was the one looking upward from below.
Completely different from the day of his duel with Master Xi Wang in the Taichang Mountain Range.
At this moment, he seemed like a celestial god.
"Do you think pretending to be Celestial Blessing will stop me from killing you?"
Master Zitian's voice was filled with cold indifference, and the word "kill" made Ye Jingcheng feel a strong murderous intent, even causing the hairs on his body to stand on end.
Yet Ye Jingcheng simply shook his head.
The Desolate Body also began to operate, lightly receiving that imposing force.
