Death from Overtalk

"But… You and that sword cultivator amaze me." Yu Haotian swept a glance at Shen Ying, his demonic Qi increasing in intensity. "One is not affected by mental demons, while the other can break into the pagoda directly. Such levels of cultivation are rare, and both are good materials for my demonic practice!"

Just as he finished speaking, the black Qi in his whole body erupted again, and the surroundings suddenly turned dark, leaving only two red eyes floating in the air.

"Once I have your cultivation, I can transform from an immortal into a true member of the demon tribe!" His voice was full of excitement, and the whole pagoda shook violently in response. "When that happens, even an upper world immortal will not be my match." His laughter became even more menacing, the red light in his eyes flashing. Then he launched his whole body, covered in a spine chilling aura, towards Shen Ying.