Li Xiandao's sword energy struck the old man away and he appeared at the top of the waterfall. Light shone on his body and the rays spread down, making him look like a celestial.
From a few hundred meters below, Tian Guangming and Li Wuya knelt down emotionally when they saw him and shouted, "Greetings Master!"
The old man who was sent flying wasn't injured. He was just caught off guard previously and now he looked at Li Xiandao and laughed, "So, you are the Master that those two pieces of trash mentioned?"
"You aren't that strong; you are only at stage two. In my eyes, you are as weak as an ant." The old man looked at Li Xiandao with a sharp gaze.
Li Xiandao, wearing his mask, stepped out. The ground shrunk beneath him and he arrived at the grass patch beneath the waterfall.
"Did you ask me when you wanted to consume my men?" Li Xiandao was really calm. He faced the old man, who was about his height, and stared at him with a cold expression.
