A Pretend Pig

Inside the forest, Ling Xian had a faint smile on his lips. He stood tall off the ground wearing an entirely white robe.

A terrifying spiritual energy exuded out and startled the trees.

Everyone here was shivering from fear. Looking at the smiling man, their faces were full of shock and terror.

Shock was from the fact that he somehow broke through to the foundational level in an instant. Terror was because they weren't sure what will happen to them next.

That was something obvious. If Ling Xian's cultivation level was merely of the ninth level, they were confident that they could kill him. Yet now, they didn't even have the courage to participate in the battle.

If they knew that Ling Xian didn't need a breakthrough to suppress them, how would they feel?

"Everyone, isn't it time for you to call me 'grandpa'?"

Looking at the terrified crowd, the corner of Ling Xian's lips curled up into a sarcastic smile.