Bang!
The snowflakes dancing in the air burst outward in all directions.
The Tiger Spirit flashed by, its paw as large as a human head, unleashing sharp claws each about a foot long. Even with Cen Yueyue's physical resilience, she was sent retreating dozens of meters, nearly falling off the cliff.
That mocking expression finally drove Wu Mingsheng completely mad.
It wasn't just because of the disdainful attitude, but also because Cen Yueyue spoke those words calmly and truthfully.
It was a level he could not reach.
"Since that's the case, I wish you both... a good journey to the underworld."
Swoosh!
The longsword danced, but the man didn't even turn his head.
He raised his hand in a movement, and with a crisp sound, the sharp longsword of the youth was knocked aside. Twisting his body, using the force against itself, any cultivator of the same realm would likely be caught off guard by this sword technique.
