In recent days, Lu Li had also heard from other cultivators about the Heavenly Demon Prince challenging him to a duel.
He sneered at the matter, thinking only a fool would agree to such a challenge. If a group of Demon Sect disciples decided to attack without honor, he feared he might end up dead.
Lu Li rode his tunneling light, zipping between towering mountains, heading toward the central transmission sacrificial altar.
The fierce cold wind in the high altitude rustled his robe, making a whistling sound.
Time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, almost three months had gone by.
In front of a vast canyon, a blue tunneling light came to a halt, revealing a young man with sallow features.
This person was none other than Lu Li, who had once again changed his appearance.
After all, the "reputation" of the mysterious man was too grand, making it easy to expose his whereabouts.
