Seeing the black mist, Jiang Xiaobai was also furious.
Time and again, this damned thing had come to trouble him, and on the most dangerous occasion, he had nearly been killed by two True Immortals from the upper three thousand worlds.
So when he saw Tang Yuanhua's avatar, Jiang Xiaobai was far from cordial.
Immediately, the Yuanhong sword appeared in his hand, and he fiercely slashed at the black mist.
Tang Yuanhua was extraordinarily powerful, and he easily dodged the attack.
The black mist then stopped in another location and slowly took on the form of Tang Yuanhua.
"No hard feelings, eh, Liu Aoshuang? You're still such a tease."
With a cold mockery, Tang Yuanhua said, "The legacy of the Ancestral Master of the Blood Demon is finally perfect, and it will be all the better when I take it for myself."
"Wishful thinking. You're just an avatar that has come here, how much power can you have? Am I supposed to be afraid of you?"
Liu Aoshuang erupted with a terrifying aura.
