"One, two, three... forty-eight people. Quite the reception they've prepared."
As the mortals around them trembled in fear and the man from before looked at Yang Xiao with guilt and despair, Yang Xiao himself remained perfectly composed.
He even had time for a head count.
"Junior Immortal Master, you... *Sigh*. It's too late to run now."
The man sighed.
But Yang Xiao just patted his shoulder.
He said, "I'm no Immortal Master. I'm a Martial Artist."
As soon as Yang Xiao spoke, the aura around him shifted.
'I had originally planned to charge straight into the Vast Heaven Immortal Sect, so I'd already changed my aura to mimic an Immortal Cultivator's. But from the looks of it, if all Immortal Cultivators are such inhuman monsters... '
'Then I wouldn't mind... '
'...killing my way through them one by one.'
'Besides, there's no longer any chance of a sneak attack on the Vast Heaven Immortal Sect. Since hiding my aura is pointless, why not just be open about it?'
