"Are you ready? One battle to decide the winner," Zhu Yuxian said, her tone somewhat cold.
Lu Chengfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair dancing wildly in the wind, his robes rustling loudly. Facing Zhu Yuxian, he appeared even more composed, "My lady, feel free to strike. If I make a move, you won't have a chance."
The aura around Zhu Yuxian grew increasingly icy. The Black Fiend Soul-Stealing Qi coiled around her like a venomous serpent, her Spiritual Will almost tangible, with the vague shape of a celestial form behind her.
"Then don't blame me for being impolite!"
As soon as her words fell, the Black Fiend Soul-Stealing Qi around her surged towards Lu Chengfeng, swift and rapid to the extreme, like a fleeting black shadow rushing forward.
