"True Martial, you've bullied us demons too far!"
Black Robe was enraged. Monstrous demonic aura surged up to the heavens, and with a pull of both hands, purple light flared and transformed into a staff.
Taixuan raised his sword and pointed it at the two demons. "Is that so?"
Even though the other side was at the peak of the Taiyi Realm, he felt no fear.
Because in his hands were the True Martial Sword, which specialized in attack and slaughter, and the Black Carved Flag, which specialized in defense and protection.
Put it this way: with these two magical treasures in hand, even if the wielder were a straw bag, a Daluo Golden Immortal would be at a loss if he came.
Of course, that was a bit of an exaggeration.
As everyone knew, bringing out magical treasures against an enemy required magical power, and the more powerful the treasure, the greater the consumption.
If the wielder truly were a straw bag, then a Daluo Golden Immortal could simply use the method of waiting by the stump for the rabbit—wait until his magical power was exhausted—and that straw bag would become fish and meat on the chopping block.
Black Robe said, "Even if you are the True Martial Great Emperor, after toying with This King like this today, This King will not agree to it."
Taixuan raised an eyebrow. "The brother beside you seems to have agreed."
Black Robe frowned and looked to the side, only to see Yellow Wind Monster quietly retreat half a step.
Black Robe's face darkened. "Yellow Wind, what are you doing?"
Yellow Wind Monster said guiltily, "M-making room for you, Great Protector!"
"Make room my ass. That's True Martial."
Black Robe was almost infuriated into fainting by this pig teammate. "Attack together."
After all,