As he slashed wildly, he flew into a rage, "Jiang Qingxue, come out and fight me! Did you kill my disciple?"
The floating island was in turmoil. The residents were trembling.
Not long after, Lord Xue floated over.
Her cold and arrogant voice was filled with frost and killing intent.
"I was wondering whose disciple it was. So you're the one who raised such an impudent disciple. I'll give you one word. Scram!"
"If you refuse to scram, I'll kill you!"
Hearing Jiang Qingxue's cold rebuke, the Gold Practitioner was so angry that smoke was coming out of his seven orifices.
"Good. You, an outsider, dare to be so arrogant!"
He cupped his fists and bowed toward the void, pretending to say, "Lord Li You, please suppress this demoness and take revenge for my disciple."
As the sound of his voice faded, a figure as bright as the sun appeared in midair.
