“Daoist Master Zhifeng, you’re a man, so be a man. Show me what you got. Don’t leave a bad impression on us, your juniors, that a Yuanying Stage is just XX~I’m waiting for your burning passion, muach~”
In the presence of hundreds of Spirit Sword Sect disciples, her statement towards the foreign Elder turned countless of disciples’ face scarlet, including a certain Disciplinary Elder’s face whose countenance suddenly changed, showing his displeasure. Wang Wu, this female rogue, once again showed the world how low she could be. Quite naturally, the opposite party was also enraged. He swung the Sword of Mount Kun with a flourish, and immediately after, the sandstorm thoroughly blocked the field.
However, after a few moments, a green light lit up in between the sandstorm; although it appeared insignificant, like duckweed, but instead of getting swallowed by the sandstorm, it got brighter and brighter.
