Night Market Slaughter

Duke Wei saw Qin Mu returning back to his normal form and was slightly bewildered. He looked towards the Imperial Preceptor's manor and thought to himself, "Imperial Preceptor, that cold fellow, seems to have cultivated a similar technique before. I remember seeing him exhibit such a form before… Weird, Imperial Preceptor, this old boy, actually didn't come out to see the commotion. Did he get drained dry by all those palace maids the emperor rewarded him with?"

"Pangong Tso is really a disciple of Rolan's Golden Palace?"

Sun Nantuo was a little hesitant. Rolan's Golden Palace was the number one sacred ground beyond the Great Wall and people in it called themselves shamans. They cultivated evil spells and used souls to cultivate, reconstructing their bodies into a form that was neither human nor demon.

What Qin Mu had executed just now was a god transformation.