But he had never imagined that Wang Xian, who appeared so weak, possessed the Demon Realm's most mysterious—and least known—power.
At that moment, the succubus believed that even the master of Wind and Rain Tower would be forced to flee in defeat if he confronted her head-on!
Yet Daoist Wu merely frowned.
After that strike, his body only swayed slightly, without yielding a single step.
Because he was that mountain outside Azure Dragon Town, towering into the clouds. No one in this world could shake him.
Not even the succubus.
The succubus before the tavern swayed as well, clearly not expecting... this old man's physical body to be just as monstrous.
Sword qi crisscrossed the long street.
The old man's topknot was severed by a streak of sword qi. His grizzled white hair whipped wildly in the wind, and wrapped in his gray Daoist robe, he looked thoroughly bedraggled from afar.
Amid the ruins of the butcher shop, Du Yulin silently watched the duel unfolding in the wind.
She wanted to know how these two would respond next.
Would Wang Xian, as bewitching as a woman, leave the tavern entrance?
Would Daoist Wu, strolling through the wind, cross the dungeon Wang Xian had drawn and pounce upon the tavern?
Three thousand zhang of white hair.
The old man's eyes were as still as an ancient well, without the slightest hint of panic on his face.
What did this amount to?
He had not even used his full strength yet.
In the night mist, petals drifted past his eyes. The old man simply stopped walking and, under the cover of the vast night, changed into a brand-new Daoist robe.
Before the tavern, Wang Xian, transformed into a succubus, changed once more...
It was as if the boundless night mist had seeped