"Wandaoyi, do you dare to fight me one-on-one, to decide the winner once and for all."
Li Changye, with the Heavenly Fire Sword on his back and a gaze as sharp as a blade, looked towards Wandaoyi, who was leading the Reincarnation Hall team.
"Li Changye, I know you're deliberately stalling for time. But no matter what, you will die here today," Wandaoyi said, facing Li Changye with his arms crossed over his chest, his tone brimming with powerful confidence.
"Both of us are at the ninth layer of Dao Palace Realm, and we have competed for hundreds of years, yet you have never been my match. Although your four Demon Sects outnumber us, eradicating us will come at a heavy cost," Li Changye retorted.
"Is that so?"
Wandaoyi turned his gaze to the chief disciple of the Valley of Ten Thousand Poisons.
This was a man in black clothes with a black veil covering his face, a chilling aura enveloped him, and he held a short xiao (Chinese flute) in his hand.
