"Xiao Tian, greetings, fellow Daoist."
The figure in white drifted down onto the Arena like a snowflake. Two long swords hung at Xiao Tian's waist as he gave Li Xiaoyao a slight bow.
Zhao Wuji's corpse had long since been cleared away. At this moment, the arena was spotless, as though nothing had happened.
"Light-Robed Sword Immortal Xiao Tian? Hiss, the Fourth Branch really is willing to spend. They even managed to find him."
"Xiao Tian's twin male-and-female swords have long looked down upon all others among cultivators of the same realm. Hopefully, this guy can withstand Xiao Tian's assault."
"Sigh, his luck won't save him this time. This is Xiao Tian."
Upon seeing Xiao Tian, the Wang Family disciples all shook their heads and sighed, as though Xiao Tian were some great terror.
At this moment, the other Wang Family disciples no longer held any hope for Li Xiaoyao either.
"Hello, fellow Daoist. My name is Li Xiaoyao. I'm a little strong, so I hope you'll be careful."
"Xiaoyao doesn't want to kill anyone anymore. That feeling is terrible."
Li Xiaoyao lowered his head and spoke softly. It was clear just how deeply Zhao Wuji's death had affected him.
"I won't hold back."
After saying this, Xiao Tian crossed his hands and drew the two long swords from his waist. With a leap, he arrived before Li Xiaoyao. Instantly, Sword Qi crisscrossed the entire Arena. Xiao Tian was far clearer-headed than Zhao Wuji; he did not waste words with Li Xiaoyao. In his eyes, there was only victory.
"Come."
Li Xiaoyao clenched his fist and threw a fierce punch. The air before him exploded, while streams of overwhelmingly powerful Sword Qi flowed around Xiao Tian's body from the Long Swords in his hands.
Sword Qi wrapped around Li Xiaoyao,