"Who exactly are you?" Lin Taichu stared coldly at the man and asked in a frigid voice.
"I am a disciple of the Mystic Tortoise Divine Sect. What is your name?" the man said arrogantly.
"A disciple of the Mystic Tortoise Divine Sect?" Lin Taichu frowned. "I don't think I've ever heard of any Mystic Tortoise Divine Sect."
"Hmph!" The man snorted coldly. "I am a third-generation disciple of the Mystic Tortoise Divine Sect. Naturally, lowly trash like you would never have heard of it. Let me tell you, my senior brother is the renowned True Lord Xuanwu. If you know what's good for you, get on your knees and beg for mercy at once. Otherwise, when my senior brother arrives, he'll make sure you die a miserable death."
"True Lord Xuanwu?" Lin Taichu raised a brow. "So it's him—the fool they call True Lord Xuanwu."
"You dare insult my Senior Brother? You're courting death!" the man roared in fury.
Lin Taichu said calmly, "Trash like you isn't even one-tenth as formidable as True Lord Mystic Tortoise, yet you dare call yourself a third-generation disciple of the Mystic Tortoise Divine Sect?"
The man flew into a rage at his words. Just as he was about to continue berating Lin Taichu, he suddenly sensed violent fluctuations coming from nearby.
He turned to look.
A series of ripples of light appeared on a towering rock wall a hundred meters away.
A white-robed figure slowly stepped into the area.
He wore a loose azure robe. His features were handsome, and his brows carried an air of refined elegance.
Whoosh!
With a raised finger, he conjured a dazzling sword light in the air and slashed it toward the man.
Splurt!
The sword light flashed past, tearing through the air and arriving before the man