"I've come to meet you!"
From the Great Xia faction, a Taoist in a black robe stepped out, his eyebrows like star swords, his eyes like verdant lotuses, and his Sword Light soaring into the sky, heading straight for Lu Xi's face.
But with the crisp sound of metal clashing, Lu Xi didn't move an inch and simply brushed his hand over his shoulder.
"Is that all? Step down. With such meager skills, you're not fit to embarrass yourself before our sect master," Lu Xi said with a disdainful glance, his gaze then shifting to the Human Tao Master.
His eyes sparked with agitation while Lu Xi's lips curved upward slightly; the Human Tao Master frowned tightly.
In the Far Western Demonic Land, when had such a formidable demon emerged? Could he be the White Tiger of the Four Spirits appointed by the Heavenly Emperor?