"Utterly arrogant." Shi Zhi gave a cold laugh.
Li Zhōujūn glanced at Old Immortal Liu and smiled. "The two of us will leave the stage to Brother Shi."
"Understood, understood." Old Immortal Liu hurriedly put on a fawning smile.
With that, Li Zhōujūn and Old Immortal Liu withdrew to one side.
Bai Wuya looked at Shi Zhi with a cold laugh. "It seems your two friends don't care much whether you live or die."
"To deal with you, there's naturally no need for the Central Great Emperor to act. But speaking of which, you know Mo Xuan?" Shi Zhi narrowed his eyes and sized up Bai Wuya from head to toe.
"We're fellow disciples. How could I not know him?" Bai Wuya sneered. "Why are you asking so many questions? You're about to die!"
"Since you're his fellow disciple, and he severed the head of my other body before dying, you can repay that debt in his place." Shi Zhi spoke.
"Utterly arrogant! That good-for-nothing Mo Xuan bet with me and died here on the Central Continent. I'd like to see whether this Central Continent, which supposedly cannot produce a Dao Saint, can swallow my life, Bai Wuya's!"
Bai Wuya snorted coldly. The aura of a Half-step Dao Saint burst forth from him. A cold gleam flashed in his hand, and a long sword appeared. His figure drifted like a wandering ghost, arriving beside Shi Zhi.
"This footwork is indeed marvelous, taking on the form of a ghost. Mo Xuan used this very footwork when he severed the head of my other body back then. Shi Zhi won't fall for it twice." Shi Zhi gave a cold laugh. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes, and the aura of a Dao Saint swept outward from his body like a raging