Liang Zhuo was sitting on a dragon chair in the woods, flanked by four menacing Foundation Establishment stage experts who stood behind him with their magical tools in their arms.
Han Lin flew down from the sky, his white robes fluttering in the wind. He looked dashing, handsome, and full of heroic spirit.
A look of defiance crossed Liang Zhuo's eyes as he spoke up: "You? You're not even worthy of fighting this young prince. Remember what you said—if you lose, you let Yue Shuting leave the Zixiao Sect."
Chapter 180