"No more nonsense."
"If anyone wants to challenge, feel free to step up, I'll take you all on!"
Bai Xiao's gaze sharpened, particularly focusing on several areas of the audience seats.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in a blue robe stood up. He had a youthful face despite his seventy-plus years; slightly thin in stature, but his complexion was rosy and his Qi-Blood abundant. At his side, a longsword engraved with cloud and wind patterns trembled slightly, stirring the breeze.
"Swish!"
The old man leapt down, and the sword gleamed.
He had already appeared at the right corner of the Martial Arts Arena.
Facing Bai Xiao from afar.
"Who is this? I haven't seen him before."
A sect leader in the audience raised his eyebrows, puzzlingly asked.
"The sect leader of Wind City Sword, Li Yunxiao."
Someone who recognized him introduced.
