Yan Gao's appearance was vastly different from the typical impression of a Demon Cultivator. He was a tall, burly man with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a dignified, square face, exuding a commanding presence.
If one didn't know his identity as a Demon Cultivator, they would only mistake him for a wandering martial hero.
He put away the Dharma Mirror in his hand and turned to look at Yang Jing.
"You, Daoist. When did you pop out of nowhere? Setting off a thunderclap for no reason... you trying to scare me?"
A piercing killing intent pressed down on Yang Jing.
Yang Jing's expression remained serene, as if this terrifying killing intent was merely a gentle breeze brushing past his face.
