Lin Mu looked at the Bleeding Moon as a faint frown appeared between his brows.
The enormous blood red eye embedded within the cracked moon stared back at him hatefully while endless blood Qi churned around it like a raging sea.
"To think an immortal artifact of this level would exist in a lower world," Lin Mu said quietly. "It is far stronger than I expected."
The Patriarch was stunned.
Even he had never known the true nature of the Bleeding Moon.
"You…" he finally managed to say. "Who are you?"
Lin Mu ignored him completely.
Instead he merely raised one hand casually.
The next volley of blood beams released by the moon shattered instantly before reaching anyone. The attacks simply dispersed into particles of light. The surrounding cultivators stared blankly.
Madam Cold Fang felt cold sweat covering her back.
"Is this…" she whispered. "The power of an immortal?"
Han Yu remained silent.
His gaze never left Lin Mu.
He still remembered what Lin Mu had said before.
