Before the Daoist Temple.
Xu Yu stood with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the temple before him, utterly fearless.
Outwardly, he appeared calm and unprepared, yet in reality, his body was taut, ready for battle at any moment.
He was about to face the Saint of Azure Sky.
How could he afford to be careless?
Even though he now had the confidence to fight the Saint of Azure Sky to a standstill,
He still dared not underestimate the Saint of Azure Sky.
He understood the idea that even when hunting a rabbit, one must use full force.
"Xu Yu, I didn't come looking for trouble, yet you dare come after me? Do you really think that with Chu Yuan's support, I would not dare to slash you?"
An ice-cold voice emanated from within the Daoist Temple.
It's come!
Xu Yu did not respond verbally, his gaze sharpening as he looked toward the source of the voice.
He had only glanced over.
