The cultivator called Shangguan looked rather young, with sharp brows and bright eyes, handsome and dashing. He must have come from a good background. With his hands clasped behind his back, he glanced at Lei Dong with a trace of arrogance between his brows. Of course, his cultivation was impressive too. Like Lei Dong, he was already at the eighth layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm. While everyone else retreated, leaving him alone in midair facing Lei Dong, the captain introduced him. "Brother Lei, Shangguan comes from the Shangguan Lineage in Mount Beilan, and he's quite capable. Please be careful."
Mount Beilan? Lei Dong thought for a moment and recalled the name. He had glimpsed it in the memories of a Foundation Establishment Cultivator whose soul he'd searched. It was apparently one of Zhao Prefecture's top powers. He couldn't help but grow a little wary. Though Lei Dong was certain this man was no match for him, he still planned to hide some of his strength. Of course, hiding his strength didn't mean making himself look like a complete good-for-nothing. No one liked having a teammate who was too weak.
Still, what did it matter if he was a disciple of a top sect? Lei Dong had already killed more than one of those. He nodded slightly to the captain, then cupped his fists toward Shangguan. "Please go easy on me, Brother Shangguan."
"Make your move," Shangguan said coldly.
Lei Dong muttered to himself that the man was certainly arrogant, then decided to teach him a lesson, lest the brat keep giving him dirty looks once they had to spend time together. He raised his right hand, and the Netherworld Ghost Qi swirling around him rushed into his palm. He struck with a Black Dragon Chant. A lifelike black dragon,