"Fight? Of course I am going to continue the fight!"
Jian Wuhen's eyes flickered, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Along with this eerie smile, wisps of gray aura suddenly diffused outward, instantly covering his entire face.
His eyes suddenly turned grayish-white, eerie and evil, as if they were devoid of any human emotion. His entire aura changed from that of a sharp swordsman to that of an incredibly strange devil.
"Hahaha!"
He grinned and laughed wildly. "Li Yun, I really did not expect that it would be because of you that my identity was exposed. However, to be able to wipe out a genius like you, even if my identity is exposed, it is completely worth it. Hahahaha!"
"What is going on?"
"This aura… is this not the aura that only cultivators from the Evil Spirit Hall, one of the four halls of the Ironblood Sect, possess?"
"Jian Wuhen is actually a member of the Ironblood Sect?"
