"I'll go!"
A cultivator couldn't stand the arrogance of the thin, black monk and shouted loudly, leaping straight onto the cloud.
Compared to the previous disciple from the Golden Light Cave, this tall and sturdy cultivator's boundary was evidently much deeper. Although he couldn't be considered top-tier in the North Continent, he was still a mainstay at the Six-Six Transformation level.
Furthermore, he seemed to have learned his lesson; this time he didn't even mention his cultivation level or the name of his sect.
Just as he stepped onto the clouds, he quickly took out various magical artifacts, both offensive and defensive, then stared solemnly at the opponent, ready to wait for a flaw and seize the opportunity to act.
But when he found the monk still walking towards him step by step like before, he inexplicably panicked a little.
The opponent was clearly full of flaws, yet made him feel unsure of how to strike.
"Ziwei Divine Palace, suppress for me!"
