At the peak of the main mountain, Spiritual Qi surged.
Xu Ping stood side by side with the massive silhouette of the Water Lake Rat, forming an intimidating pressure not at all inferior to that of the visitor.
In the void above, a figure floated in mid-air.
The visitor appeared to be a young man of no more than twenty years of age.
He wore a moon-white brocade robe flowing like clouds, with a jade belt around his waist. His face was as flawless as jade, exuding an approachable aura instead of any hint of wickedness.
If it weren't for the terrifying pressure engulfing the entire island emanating from him, anyone would think him a handsome, ethereal disciple of the immortal sects.
"Fellow Daoist, your divine techniques and spirit pet are impressive."
The old demon of Wan Huan cast his eyes over Xu Ping, noting the intense demonic aura around him, a trace of seriousness flickering deep in his eyes.
