Because of this, he had looked down upon Jiang Hu and Zhang Fan from the beginning.
One was a discarded disciple of Maoshan, the other a loose cultivator of unknown origin mingling in the city, and naturally couldn't be compared to the Maoshan Orthodox Sect.
However…
The Red Lamp Talisman he was proud of only illuminated a radius of five meters, merely intimidating a few wandering souls and fierce ghosts.
But this man before him, without any visible technique or skill, just a thread of pressure had such an effect; not a ghost was seen within a radius of three thousand meters.
"Is this still a person!?"
Jifeng Pavilion lowered his eyebrows, subconsciously glancing at Zhang Fan. At this moment, the arrogance he had earlier was gone completely, his gaze wandering, not even daring to meet Zhang Fan's eyes.
"Senior Brother... Senior Brother..."
Just then, Mo Yun tugged at Jifeng Pavilion's sleeve, pulling his attention back.
