"Dragon and Tiger flourish, becoming invincible in the world."
"Hahahaha... Taoist, you're not afraid that the wind will be too strong and trip your tongue?"
At this moment, a burst of wild laughter erupted, unrestrained and arrogant. It sounded like the wind from the Nine Heavens, rumbling like a tidal wave, and dispersing the dust on the earth.
The golden lion shook its head, and the Taoist turned around to look.
An old man sat cross-legged on the earth, dressed in tattered clothes, and he was squatting on a bluestone.
"Who are you?" The Taoist asked indifferently.
"If you are unrivaled in the world, how can you not know who I am?"
The corner of the old man's mouth curved into a faint smile. He gazed at the desolate earth before him, with one hand pointing to the sky and the other to the ground.
"Who dares to claim to be invincible between heaven and earth!?"