Ling Xiao, though he disliked Old Baiyun, still benefited from the old man and naturally did not take pleasure in seeing him defeated.
As for the other man in black, he possessed a character that Ling Xiao despised the most: arrogant, impolite, and quick to cripple someone, as if they owned the world.
"Bang!"
"Puh——!"
A mouthful of fresh blood turned into a mist that sprayed out, and Master Baiyun's figure sorrowfully landed, crashing heavily onto the rocks.
"I called you Uncle-Master as a sign of respect, but you really don't know how to appreciate it, huh!"
On the other side, the man in black appeared leisurely from the dust, his clothes slightly torn but without any other injuries.
Clearly, in this confrontation, he held all the advantages.
He completely overpowered Master Baiyun.
Master Baiyun lay there, pale as paper, almost entirely drained of color, with his breathing weakened considerably.
