"The Breath on this Demon's body is so damned complicated, and it feels far too familiar to me… it's Master's Breath. Why does he have Master's Breath on him, and there's another strand of Breath as well…"
Amid the drifting dust, Zhan Bingtao stepped out one stride at a time, Long Spear in hand.
"Who are you? Why did you attack us? Don't you know we are Cultivators of the Tianyuan Daoist Sect?"
Facing all these questions, the Golden Robed man slowly raised the Longsword in his hand.
"I am Di Tu, under Alchemy Sect Luo Chen's command. Today, none of you will set foot on East Yuan Continent!"
Fu Qinglan's pupils suddenly shrank; she instinctively looked toward Zhan Bingtao.
The other took a deep breath. "No need for more words—then we fight!"
Fu Qinglan bit her pearly teeth, Longsword in hand, and rushed into the sky together with Zhan Bingtao.
Facing the siege of eight people, Di Tu's expression did not change.
