“That outsider is a Poison Cultivator,” said the man who had lost the Spirit Snake,
his voice
filled with hatred. Venomous rage radiated from his eyes. “I’m not sure how much he
saw, but
he refused to leave.”
“This complicates things...” said one of the four men sitting cross-legged,
frowning. He was a
pale-faced middle-aged man. “What is the level of his Cultivation base?”
“The peak of the ninth level of Qi Condensation!” said the toad geezer calmly. He
wasn’t
mistaken: although Meng Hao could easily pass into the thirteenth level of Qi
Condensation,
when he did, he was cut off from heaven and earth. Therefore, he usually remained
at the peak
of the ninth level.
“His Cultivation base is very refined, but if we attack together, he’ll be dead for
sure,” said the
Cultivator who had lost his Spirit Snake. “If we let him stay here, he’ll figure
out what’s going
on. He might not have any suspicions now, but the next full moon is in half a
month. When it
comes time to pull out the red rope, he’ll definitely know what’s happening. He’s a
Poison
Cultivator, how could he not be interested? I say, let’s attack together and
exterminate him.”
Some of the others seemed to hesitate. After all, Meng Hao was at the peak of the
ninth level.
At the moment, only the toad geezer was strong enough to stand up to him. None of
the others
were powerful enough. If they all fought together, they might be able to win, but
some of them
would most likely die. Hesitating, they looked at the toad geezer.
“We don’t need to do anything. I told him that strange things happen in the valley
on the full
moon. Most likely he will go to see for himself. We won’t need to att