Jiang Man's Evil God's Technique was constantly active, completely sealing off his aura.
To outsiders, he was dazzling but without any glow.
Furthermore, neither his appearance nor his aura could be detected.
This was the first volume of the Evil God's Technique.
It was also the limit of what Jiang Man could use in this place.
He could not use any more of it.
Doing so would expose the abilities of Zui Fusheng.
Many people knew he was the Messenger, but those who knew he was Zui Fusheng were few and far between.
Therefore, certain abilities could not be displayed.
Unless there were no witnesses.
But this place was a kind of dreamscape; his opponent could leave whenever they pleased.
Keeping them here would be quite difficult.
The middle-aged man, who was backing away, looked at Jiang Man in shock. "You're not a subordinate of the Ling Hua Immortal Spirit?"
Jiang Man asked, rather curiously, "And why would you think that?"
