The voice of the Old Demon of Hehuan echoed across the world like thunder, filled with intense killing intent.
The Array's light screen fluctuated violently, and at the center of the ripples, space twisted slightly as a figure in a mysterious robe stepped out of thin air.
It was Xu Ping!
Facing three strong enemies at the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul alone, he showed no trace of fear, only ice-cold eyes with killing intent as solid as substance.
"Defeated foes, how dare you bark?"
"Bringing along two mutts, do you think you can overturn the heavens?"
Xu Ping's voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly overshadowed the roar of the Old Demon of Hehuan.
"Junior, courting death!"
The Isle Master of Ten Thousand Poisons, known for his violent temper, shrieked in rage at those words and fiercely shook the White Bone Banner in his hand.
