Before long, a figure shrouded entirely in mist arrived nearby.
His face was impossible to make out; only his strange, cackling cries could be heard. Old Sun watched him with perfect composure.
Then he said coldly, "Do you want to die, or do you want to live?"
The stranger's voice rang out like a cracked gong. "It won't be that easy. Beat me first."
Old Sun pointed. "Go. Take him down." Wenlong was startled and pointed at himself. "Me?"
He had truly never expected Old Sun to send him into battle. Could he defeat someone whose cultivation was above the sixth level of the Infinite Realm?
"What are you dawdling for? This is a chance for you to hone yourself," Old Sun urged.
Old Sun really can't tell the king from the joker. I'm the alliance leader, damn it! You're an elder, yet you're ordering the alliance leader around.
Even putting that aside, his cultivation is clearly far above mine. Are you sending me to my death?
Meeting Old Sun's gaze, Wenlong gained a little confidence. Even if he couldn't beat the stranger, wasn't Old Sun still there? What the hell did he have to fear?
He drew the Divine Sword. Facing an expert for the first time, he felt both fear and excitement.
This was also a good opportunity to improve himself, but he still had to proceed carefully. Before the fight, he made sure to layer several Defensive Array Formations over himself.
With his preparations complete, he stepped into the air. Without wasting words, he swung his sword in Split Mount Hua, aiming straight for his opponent's head.
The Divine Sword howled as it tore through the air and descended before his opponent, yet it could not cut any farther.
Sensing trouble, he turned and darted aside. His