Eternal Life as False Emperor

Qiu Ming and Qiann Wanrong made defensive gestures, cautiously looking at Zheng Yi and Lin Junrong.

"What do you want to do?"

"Stop, if you come any closer, don’t blame us for being impolite!"

When they spoke, it was obvious that their voices were trembling.

After all, regardless of whether these two before them were real or fake, the fact that they defeated Zhang Hua with a single move was undeniable.

Although Zhang Hua wasn’t the strongest among them, he was a Loose Cultivator with quite a formidable strength.

Even so, he couldn’t withstand even a single strike from the opponent.

Unlike the other two, Jiangg He could fully confirm that the two in front of him were indeed their true selves.

Especially Zheng Yi, with that unique attire and aura, it was almost impossible for someone else to impersonate him.

As the heir of Yingxing Valley, he was confident in his perception.

However, the more this was confirmed, the more Jiangg He felt alarmed.

He couldn’t fathom why they would attack them with lethal intent at first sight.

Despite the disparity in strength, they were not going to give up without a fight.

While being cautious, he gave subtle hand signs, hinting the other two to be prepared to escape at any moment.

The distance between the two parties was so close that Jiangg He didn’t dare to communicate telepathically, as it might easily be detected by Lin Junrong, a master of the Divinity Transformation Stage.

However, Jiangg He also knew that with the opponent’s strength, if they indeed wanted to kill them, they would have no chance of survival.

Zheng Yi and Lin Junrong ignored them, instead quickly moving to Zhang Hua’s side.

"Is he completely dead?" Zheng Yi asked as he stared at the body.

Lin Junrong glanced casually, his powerful Divine Sense at the Divinity Transformation Stage easily perceiving the condition within miles, let alone a single corpse.

"No sign of life, he should be completely dead."

The next moment, Zheng Yi casually pointed at Zhang Hua’s body, which then burst into flames.

Qiu Ming, who had the most fiery temper, dared to question even while fearing Lin Junrong, the Divinity Transformation Stage expert: "Elder Lin, what do you mean by this? Killing is enough, but why won’t you even spare the body?"

Jiang He and Qiann Wanrong’s faces changed dramatically, wanting to intervene but it was too late.

Provoking the opponent at this time was simply courting death.

"Shut up!" Lin Junrong didn’t even glance at them. Just the displeasure in his voice made them feel like they were plunged into an abyss, their blood nearly freezing.

Zheng Yi’s attention never left Zhang Hua’s body.

Time ticked by, and just when even Lin Junrong began to feel impatient, Zhang Hua’s body was reduced to ashes by the flame.

Amidst the black smoke, strands of white smoke rose.

Zheng Yi sneered, "I knew you weren’t completely dead."

Spiritual Needle!

The white smoke that seemed to dissipate suddenly exploded, forming a shape in the air resembling a human silhouette.

Ah!

With a scream, the silhouette vanished in an instant, its soul scattered.

Jiangg He’s face turned ashen as he finally understood what had happened: "That was... the Nether Spirit Race?"

Lin Junrong was incredulous: "This guy, he even managed to evade my Divine Sense probe, truly reprehensible."

Initially, he was very confident that he had completely killed the suspicious Zhang Hua.

Unexpectedly, the opponent had such a life-saving technique.

"It’s quite normal, for this guy to sneak into us humans so subtly." Zheng Yi gave Jiang He and the others a glance: "And even those closest to him didn’t notice anything, he surely had special skills."

"I just suspected that this guy wouldn’t die so easily."

It wasn’t until this moment that Qiu Ming and Qiann Wanrong comprehended the crucial points.

Qiu Ming swallowed hard, "Elder Lin, Elder Zheng, you mean to say, Zhang Hua... was a member of the Nether Spirit Race?"

Thinking of how he had been so friendly with a Nether Spirit Race cultivator made Qiu Ming feel a sudden chill.

Wouldn’t their close relationship with Zhang Hua render them suspicious as traitors to the Nether Spirit Race?

"This still requires a detailed investigation, but this guy leading you here was definitely with bad intentions." Zheng Yi chuckled.

"If we hadn’t shown up, you guys would have been done for."

On the distant Ximing Mountain, the Star Sea was still fiercely battling with the cultivators of Qingzhu Mountain.

At such a moment, they were brought here by a cultivator of the Nether Spirit Race.

Could it be they were to come over and assist the Star Sea?

Thinking of the possible consequences sent a chill down the spine of the three of them simultaneously.

After calming down, Jiangg He gave Zheng Yi a complex look.

There were things that Zheng Yi didn’t explain, but Jiangg He realized the issue.

When Zheng Yi had acted so decisively, it was clear that at that moment, they could not ascertain that Zhang Hua was certainly a traitor of the Nether Spirit Race.

In other words, there was the possibility of being wrong.

However, given the urgent situation, they had no other choice. If it were himself, Jiangg He might have made the same decision.

As for what if it was really a misunderstanding...

Some things just couldn’t be overthought.

Though Zheng Yi didn’t know what Jiangg He was thinking, he could guess his thoughts from his gaze.

Though merely a guess, Zheng Yi was very confident in his judgement.

Judging by their previous appearance, it was evident that these people had just arrived here too.

Yet, under such circumstances, the guy named Zhang Hua seemed to have a profound understanding of the battlefield situation.

If he was in the Divinity Transformation Stage, it’d be a different story. With the cultivation at the Divinity Transformation Stage, detecting the battlefield conditions in advance wasn’t impossible.