The Ganjiang Sword left its sheath in Li Bai's hand, and fierce sword qi spread over his entire body.
"Hm?" Mo Pozheng's eyes narrowed. He shed a trace of his dismissiveness, his expression growing more solemn.
He could sense danger emanating from Li Bai.
He had only ever felt this from opponents of his own generation whose strength matched his.
But how old was Li Bai?
Mo Pozheng could not quite understand it.
"No wonder you dared to stand in my way. It seems the Three Immortal Mountains have some impressive methods of boosting cultivation too," Mo Pozheng said.
"Not as impressive as your Demon Hall's, raising Huang Xiao's strength to such a level," Li Bai said with a light chuckle.
Those words made Mo Pozheng's expression turn extremely ugly.
Huang Xiao's strength had increased, but he had taken that enhanced strength with him when he betrayed the Demon Hall.
For the Demon Hall, it was truly a case of losing the bride and the soldiers as well. The losses were enormous.
By saying this now, Li Bai was openly humiliating both him and the Demon Hall.
"Then I'll kill you first, you genius of the Three Immortal Mountains, and see what sort of expression Wu Xuancang wears then," Mo Pozheng said coldly.
Since Li Bai wanted to stop him, he would grant his wish.
No matter how much Li Bai's strength had increased, could he possibly be afraid of him?
It hardly mattered if he could not kill Shi Hen for the time being. There were so many people on his side that they were more than enough to deal with them.
Shi Hen immediately moved away from Mo Pozheng. He wanted to charge toward Pang Ji, but Xuanyuan Xing had already gone to meet him.
"Pang Ji is