Of course, since Xie Tian made an expectant expression, it's not something Xie Ren can brush off with just one sentence—although the power of that sentence has already made Xie Tian feel suffocated.
Xie Ren decided not to beat around the bush, and with a flick of the blade's tip, pointed at Xie Tian's face: "Firstly, this mask, even Qidao Supreme cannot see through you anymore."
Boom!
Xie Tian's body shook slightly, feeling dizzy: "Is this mask really that strong?"
"Heh, if it weren't for..."
Xie Ren glanced at the three strands of blue hair at the back of Xie Tian's head, sighed inwardly, knowing that if it weren't for those strands, he'd have asked Xie Tian to take off the mask and give it to him to eat.
"If it weren't for what?"
"Nothing." Seeing Xie Tian's reluctance, Xie Ren laughed, "If I'm not mistaken, this is the God-Slaying Mask used by Chu Tiankuo himself, and its many functions need to be discovered by you slowly."