"You... you are also of the Divine Race?"
Venerate Huanxin was dumbfounded.
He really hadn't expected Zhang Kui to counterattack in this manner.
That round light was a unique symbol of Divine Spirits, much like the Illusionary Dharma Aspect of the Mahayana Realm. How could this guy in front of him possess it?
Moreover, the intricate runes on it seemed even more advanced than his own...
Venerate Huanxin suddenly felt a little uneasy. The guy in front of him had a physical body even more powerful than his own, coupled with such a mystical round light. Could he be a high-ranking Divine Spirit with a hidden identity?
He had gone through so much hardship to find this path, and he didn't want to offend someone out of the blue.
"Take a guess!"
Zhang Kui snorted coldly, forming a sword technique with his fingers. Hundreds and thousands of purple sword lights appeared out of thin air, whistling out with an astonishing aura.
