Paper-Scattering Madman?
When Lu Li heard that, his face instantly darkened.
Why did it sound like an insult?
And just imagine: in the future, whenever he made an entrance, the spectators would immediately shout, "Look, the Paper-Scattering Madman is here!"
Or, even shorter:
"Look! The Paper-Scattering Madman is here!"
Wouldn't that be unbearable?
Lu Li found it utterly unbearable!
Which tasteless bastard had come up with that title? If word got out, how was he supposed to show his face after that?
"Heh, the Paper-Scattering Madman."
Just then, Yang Xu, seated across from him, let out a cold laugh.
Lu Li narrowed his eyes slightly.
This guy was the Supreme Devil Sect's Chief Disciple. No wonder he was so arrogant.
The Supreme Devil Sect was the foremost of the Ten Great Demon Sects. Its demonic flames soared to the heavens, and its disciples all acted as if their foreheads were growing on top of their skulls. They had always looked down on the disciples of other demonic sects.
"Want to test the might of my Heavenly Demon Twenty-Three Swords?"
In the face of Yang Xu's mockery, Lu Li slowly raised his right hand and formed a sword sign with his fingers, asking coldly.
"Hmm?"
Yang Xu's expression turned solemn at his words.
Before he could respond, a deep voice rang out from outside the door. "The Heavenly Demon Twenty-Three Swords? What's so impressive about that? They're not even as good as my Heavenly Absolute Demon Sect's Heaven-Extinguishing Tyrant Blade!"
The man arrived with his voice.
A young man strode into the hall with the bearing of a dragon and the gait of a tiger.
He wore Seven-Star Boots, a Python Dragon Robe, and a Nine-Yang Pearl Crown. As he walked in, he gave off the impression of a ruler surveying