Inside the Grotto Heaven of the Demon Sect.
A place completely deserted.
Zhong Shenxiu and the Drought Demon Immortal stood facing each other in the sky.
In Zhong Shenxiu's eyes, the facial features of the Drought Demon Immortal were like jade, but his eyebrows and hair were all blazing red, like raging flames.
Even the Dharma Body, upon gazing at the other's true appearance, would suffer burns.
And besides, on the edges of the battlefield, aside from a few Dharma Bodies, there was a hidden Divine Sense spying on everything about him.
'The second... Corpse Dissolved Immortal?'
Zhong Shenxiu found it somewhat amusing inside.
He knew these Demon Sect followers must believe he had some incredible fate or mysterious treasures.
Otherwise, there was no way to explain it all.
A descendant of a fallen family suddenly achieved a Dharma Body, and even among Dharma Bodies it was one at the absolute peak — no one would believe it if they heard it.
