Xiao Luo was standing upright like a pine tree. His bangs were flying on his forehead even though there was no wind. He gazed at Elder Zheng indifferently, as if he did not care a fig about the world and everything was within his control. At that moment, the psychological battle between Elder Zheng and Xiao Luo started.
The surrounding air seemed to be stagnant. The disciples there were all feeling confused.
Hu Qingsong, Luo Jinshi, and Ai Linda felt somewhat nervous. There was tension, and the energy suggested that a ferocious fight was on the verge of breaking out.
"You are at a much higher level than a Martial Master--just what stage are you truly at?" Elder Zheng asked as he stared at Xiao Luo like a viper.
A slight smile lifted a corner of Xiao Luo's mouth, and he replied, "Try me, and you will find out."
Try him?
The disciples who heard him could not help but gasp.
