"You sure have a sharp tongue."
Li Zhetian's eyes were filled with gloom as he looked up and down at Li Xuan, "If it weren't for that magical instrument on you, you would have been slain by me long ago!"
He had just sensed a wondrous power emanating from Li Xuan, which had allowed Li Xuan to demonstrate a level of combat capability far exceeding his expectations.
This had even caused a hint of danger to emerge within Li Zhetian's thoughts.
It must be some kind of magical instrument, but he was still unsure of its location on Li Xuan's body and what exactly it was.
It seemed like two supreme magical implements, yet also not quite.
"At my age, with my level of cultivation, how could I possibly contend with you, Li Zhetian, without relying on some external aid?"
Li Xuan was in fact quite curious about where the power he used to slay Zhang Zhaoyuan came from, but he knew that now was not the time to investigate this.
