Jiang Hui chuckled lightly, his expression still as tranquil as water, but the words he spoke were definitive, sealing the fate of all.
With hands clasped behind his back, he continued to stride forward, each step seemingly pressing upon the heartstrings of his opponent, rendering them restless and unconsciously retreating.
The odd Phantom Immortal Emperor with flowing patterns felt his mouth dry and tongue scorched. To put it bluntly, he had not spoken this much in years. He did not expect this one called The Master of Liu Village to press him so persistently.
"What exactly do you want? Do you truly believe that you alone have the power to detain me here?"
"I seek nothing in particular, only justice. You have unwarrantedly disturbed my Taoist grounds; naturally, I cannot sit idly by. As for whether you can be detained, that does not depend on me but on whether you, Fellow Daoist, have the skill to escape!"
"Arrogant, simply too arrogant!"
