Painting World
A man clad in brocade robes emerged from the summit's Treasure Hall, standing tall and straight as a pine tree, his steps light yet steady, utterly unaffected by the magnetic pull of the Divine Mountain.
Duobao Taoist, who originally planned to enter the hall, halted his steps, surprise flickering in his eyes.
He clearly saw that the man who walked out of the Treasure Hall was none other than the spitting image of Bai Ze Demon Saint from the Demon Court.
It wasn't just the appearance and stature, but also the refined and graceful temperament, the self-assured poise, and the terrifying aura that seemed as deep and unfathomable as the ocean.
A Quasi-Saint of such stature actually resorting to such a trick!
"This is shameless!" Red Cloud Ancestor bellowed angrily: "We had agreed upon disciples competing against each other, yet you send a mere incarnation to fight. Isn't this cheating?"
