"Fine, since you are so keen on dying, I'll deal with you first before anything else."
As he spoke, the dark clouds surrounding Curse Ancestor slowly descended from the sky, settling at a mid-air level.
"Curse Ancestor, do you not dare to come down and battle me on the ground?"
Qi Xie slammed his bamboo staff on the ground and, looking up, continued to provoke Curse Ancestor, attempting to goad him into leaving the clouds.
Curse Ancestor was adept in Riding Clouds and Mist Technique; if he didn't come down from the clouds to fight, he would have a significant advantage from his higher position.
However, as Qi Xie looked up at the sky, standing upon the earth, he was inevitably at a disadvantage when battling Curse Ancestor.
"I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years; goading tactics are meaningless to me!"
Curse Ancestor's expression remained unchanged. His voice was exceptionally indifferent as he suddenly pointed a finger toward Wu Jie and uttered softly, "Curse!"
