Behind Ling Xiao, a black human-shaped silhouette gradually took form. That silhouette looked like a Demon, its features cold and cruel.
The sword in his hand, as the silhouette formed, also grew increasingly Ling Li in its aura.
"Ling Xiao, today I'll show you who truly has the right to become the Sect Master's Closed-door Disciple, who the real genius is!"
The terrifying howls of the yin wind grew louder and louder.
The speed of Alexander Yin Mountain's spinning also seemed to have reached some kind of extreme.
"Die!"
His voice carried boundless venom and coldness.
Alexander Yin Mountain had already discussed this with the First Elder of the Sect.
Today, he was going to take Ling Xiao's life in this duel.
Even if the Sect Master pursued the matter afterward, he definitely wouldn't kill him for the sake of a dead man.
After all, what the Sect Master valued was Ling Xiao's aptitude, not the person himself.
