Black Myth: Starting from the Destined One

"No, Ping’an!"

Zixia immediately felt distressed upon hearing this and looked towards Li Ping’an, hoping he wouldn’t do anything foolish. This Ghost Taoist had lived nearly two hundred years and was not only incredibly powerful but also sinister and vicious. Knowing Li Ping’an, Zixia understood that if he made a move, he would certainly be killed in an instant, sealing his fate without a doubt!

"Reveal your strength now, Cultivator Li Ping’an of Mount Longhu!"

Mu Qiang Baoshan, however, was excitedly waiting for this Li Ping’an to fight the Ghost Taoist, thereby exposing his strength. Once Li Ping’an revealed his power, Mu Qiang Baoshan could determine whether this Cultivator Li Ping’an was the same person who had fought the great battle with Pei Yuanjing at the Fallen Dragon Pit last night!

"Oh, you motherf..."

Li Ping’an had not expected these so-called righteous people to show such a despicable nature. They cursed and, through their blame, forced Li Ping’an to comply.

Had Li Ping’an been a naive, hot-blooded cultivator, he would have been provoked by them and, for the sake of what people call honor, would have thoughtlessly drawn his sword to kill the Ghost Taoist.

But what they did not know was that Li Ping’an was not actually from Mount Longhu. Even if he had been, he would not foolishly become cannon fodder for others.

Thus, Li Ping’an immediately used the Supernatural Power of Carrying Mountains, leaned in, and whispered into the ear of the cultivator who was leading the instigation:

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Oh, I see!"