Luo Shang was stunned when he heard this. "Wait, you're that audacious brat from Hongchen Pavilion in the Lower Realm? How many years has it been? And you've already caused such a huge mess for the Heavenly Sword Alliance?"
Xuanxiao chuckled. "Some people are blessed with great talent. There's nothing they can't handle." As he spoke, he raised a finger and pointed. "Nine-Nine Divine Thunder, descend!" Bolt after bolt of heavenly lightning furiously struck Luo Shang.
Luo Shang held a cyan long sword in his hand and sent sword light sweeping out, blocking all the heavenly lightning that fell toward him.
Xuanxiao watched Luo Shang being battered by the lightning until he could barely fight back, a mocking smile like a cat toying with a mouse appearing on his face. He slowly descended and landed not far from Luo Shang, looking down at him from above with contempt. "What? Is this all your Heavenly Sword Alliance is capable of? You can't even deal with someone who ascended from the Lower Realm like me?"
A trace of blood trickled from the corner of Luo Shang's mouth. He struggled to stand, only for Xuanxiao to plant one foot on his chest, rendering him unable to move.
"You..." Luo Shang glared furiously, but he was powerless to resist.
"What do you mean, 'you'?" Xuanxiao crouched down and gripped Luo Shang's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Weren't you the one who sent people to hunt me down? How did you end up like a stray dog?"
Luo Shang spat a mouthful of bloody foam onto Xuanxiao's face and said through clenched teeth, "Even as a ghost, I won't let you off!"
Xuanxiao did not get angry. Instead, he laughed. He casually wiped the blood from his face, his gaze sinister and vicious.