Li Dao felt the terrifying pressure surging from behind him and shot backward.
Only after retreating some distance did he realize that Little White Tiger had vanished from the crater.
Looking ahead again, he saw a burly middle-aged man with a ghost-headed saber in his hand, staring fixedly at him.
Sensing the man's fluctuating aura, Li Dao smiled faintly. Someone must have intervened from the shadows, and his heart eased a little.
"For a senior to interfere in a contest between juniors-do you think the power behind me has no one to stand up for it?"
At Li Dao's words, Hu Ben tightened his grip on his ghost-headed saber, a dull ache stirring in his chest.
"Hmph, brat! What a sharp tongue. Do you mean to make an enemy of our Xiling Beast Mountain?"
"My spear is no less sharp!" Li Dao's gaze chilled as he retorted without yielding an inch.
Hum-
Killing intent hardened in Hu Ben's eyes. His imposing aura erupted, surging toward Li Dao like a tide threatening to engulf him.
Crack, crack, crack-
It was as though a tornado had scoured the ground. The earth split inch by inch, and even the surrounding houses were covered in cracks. Everyone present involuntarily narrowed their eyes.
Yet at the heart of the storm, Li Dao's body merely trembled slightly. The phantom of a divine figure flickered behind him and directly suppressed the tempest.
The stalemate lasted a while, leaving everyone's heart in their throat. If the powers behind these two clashed here...
Then the whole of Broken Void City might be put to the torch and reduced to the ruins of a battlefield.
Just as the atmosphere grew increasingly stifling, Hu Ben fixed his eyes on Li Dao and said coldly, "Xiling Beast Mountain will remember this!"
"Move!"