So that was what Elder Feng Xiao meant...
The Wind Sword Sect had no intention of giving up on the Blood Tooth Demon Tiger?
Li Zhexian's gaze flickered.
"We, too, would like to witness a ten-thousand-year Blood Tooth Demon Tiger."
He smiled.
"Brother Buyu, Elder Feng Xiao, how about... we join forces?"
At his words, joy rose in Feng Buyu's eyes.
He truly longed to see Li Zhexian's sword for himself.
Elder Feng Xiao, however, raised a white brow and looked Li Zhexian up and down.
"You?"
Just one word.
Yet the contempt in it was unmistakable.
"It is not that this old man is unwilling. I simply do not wish for you to throw away your lives for nothing."
Li Zhexian's smile did not fade.
He did not take Feng Xiao's disdain to heart.
If he wished to cooperate with someone, he naturally had to display strength worthy of trust.
He took a step forward.
Buzz—
Two bewitching purple Spirit Rings abruptly rose beneath his feet.
In an instant.
Centered around him.
The wind pressure surged, his white robes fluttered wildly, and wood chips swirled through the air. Even the pervasive stench of blood was blown away.
To the Wind Sword Sect disciples, the shock of this sight was no less than that brought by the ten-thousand-year Demon Tiger.
"Purple... purple?! Thousand-year Spirit Rings?!"
"His first two rings are both thousand-year rings?! How is that possible?!"
"Which Title Douluo's monstrous descendant is this Li Zhexian?!"
Feng Buyu stared intensely at Li Zhexian.
In his excitement, he unconsciously tightened his grip on the sword hilt at his back.
If the timing had not been wrong, he would have drawn his sword at once and tested his Sword Cultivator path against Li Zhexian's.
"Thousand-year Spirit Rings..."
Feng Xiao's eyes were filled