"Is this the extent of your skill, and yet you dare to come looking for revenge?" Ling Xiao looked down from above at Zuoyi, who was collapsed on the ground, a sneer hanging on the corners of his lips.
The four cultivators behind Zuoyi turned pale as paper, exchanging horrified glances. They couldn't figure out for the life of them how a mere First-Grade Golden Immortal could possibly have the upper hand against an encirclement of five!
"Could it be... he was hiding his cultivation level?" The gray-robed elder wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his withered fingers trembling slightly.
Chapter 805