Zhou Xuanji looked toward the old beggar and shrugged his shoulders, saying, "My ears grew numb listening to this question recently. I have to face it whether I'm prepared or not. I'm always prepared for all battles."
The old beggar was moved by the look in his eyes.
"This is it. As my disciple, you must not back down!" he laughed.
Zhou Xuanji smiled but did not reply.
"Forget it. You were just calling him to think twice," Qiu Hu could not hold it but comment in disdain.
He didn't show respect to the old beggar.
In his eyes, the old immortal was more like Zhou Xuanji's teacher than him.
At this moment, Zhou Xuanji took out Demon God Tianwu, Demon God Jihuang, and Demon God Nanming.
Their bodies were intimidating, their faces sinister. The four demon gods emanated a baleful aura endlessly.
The old beggar was a little shocked. He did not expect Zhou Xuanji to have gathered so many demon god clones.
