Huang Xiao now knew exactly who Wu Xuancang was.
The Founding Patriarch of the Taixuan Sect. No wonder he had felt somewhat familiar just now; Huang Xiao had dealt with the Taixuan Sect before.
Besides, only he was qualified to have been his patriarch's opponent in the Central Plains.
After his patriarch became the Demon Hall Master back then, his strength had soared to a degree utterly unimaginable to his peers.
Thus, even if the two had come to the Martial World with roughly equal strength, once his patriarch became Hall Master, they were no longer on the same level.
Whichever of them, Huang Xiao or Pang Yi, ascended to the Hall Master's Seat would likewise stand on an entirely different level from their current peers. Neither Sword God Yi nor Li Chaoxun would bear any comparison.
Over these thousand years, his patriarch's strength had not improved and had even declined, whereas Wu Xuancang had kept progressing. After a thousand years, his strength would leave him little reason to fear his patriarch.
After all, the True Martial Temple was one of the great powers of the Three Immortal Mountains, and as its temple master, his strength was naturally beyond imagination.
Truly, a rivalry spanning a thousand years! Huang Xiao could not help thinking.
*No, they cannot be called mortal enemies. They should be called opponents, opponents with a somewhat complicated relationship. My patriarch no longer counts as a member of the Demon Hall, and both of them came from the Central Plains. They are opponents, but there is also something of an understanding between them. My patriarch should have only one mortal enemy: Pang Ji. There is probably no such understanding between those two. Given the chance, it would certainly be a fight to the death. That enmity cannot be