All of them were proud by nature, famous from a young age, their cultivation already accomplished.
Since that was the case, why should I fear you!
Chen Liu narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Li Xuanxiao.
Li Xuanxiao's face was dark as still water, his gaze icy.
He slowly raised his right hand, as though that single lift carried the weight of a thousand jun.
As his arm swept out, a powerful surge of yin energy erupted from his body like stormy waves, instantly sweeping across the entire dueling arena.
The yin energy was so dense that it shrouded the entire arena. The originally bright sky darkened in an instant, as though doomsday had descended.
Li Xuanxiao's figure flickered in and out amid the yin energy, black mist swirling around him and making him look like a ghostly phantom.
He extended his right hand, palm up. As though drawn by an invisible force, the Myriad Souls Banner slowly flew toward his palm.
The Myriad Souls Banner spun rapidly through the air, releasing wave after wave of shrill, miserable wails.
His palm caught the Myriad Souls Banner steadily. It immediately fell silent in his hand, as if it had found its true master.
Surrounded by yin energy, Li Xuanxiao slowly stepped out from the voidlike black mist.
Every step he took seemed immensely heavy, as though the entire Ghost Domain trembled at his appearance.
Chen Liu stared at Li Xuanxiao.
"Shushan Disciple, I am Chen Liu, formerly a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect."
Chen Liu had taken the initiative to reveal his background.
He found Li Xuanxiao strange. By all rights, a peerless talent like him—
A Shushan Disciple, no less—should have been renowned far and wide.
Yet Chen Liu knew absolutely nothing about him.
"A Xuantian Sword Sect