"Yaksha laughed for a while, looking jokingly at Nan Jiansi. He disdainfully said, "What right do you have to say I should die? On what basis, by that petty King Wu of yours?"
A monk joked, "In the dead of night, this pretty boy in front of you might just kill enemies outside of your group."
"Surpass enemies? Haha!"
"He thinks he is arrogant?"
"You think highly of him. If he can kill enemies beyond his level, then I can kill gods."
The monks around ridiculed Nan Jianyi, no one believed that Nan Jianyi could surpass the enemy group. In their eyes, Nan Jianyi's soul was as gentle as water, lacking the invincible power of authority.
Nan Jianyi swept a serious glance over everyone, not taking it seriously.
"Goodbye," Yaksha sneered.
In the middle stage of Xuan Realm's martial arts, a surge of Ghost Fog swelled.
Yaksha's large sleeves stirred the Ghost Fog that crawled, darkening the sky, emitting sharp ghostly screams intermittently, echoing to the heavens.
