Outside the pavilion, Overseas Dragon and Walking Tiger exchanged blows, each showing off their divine techniques.
Zuo Zixiong was upright and unyielding, his two Divine Machine Treasure Sabers intertwined like twin silver dragons, not a single flashy move, crashing recklessly toward Bai Luo.
Bai Luo was dressed in white, resembling a small white flower, maneuvering up and down amidst the tempestuous waves, seemingly perilous, but actually far from easy.
This coarse man from the military camp was truly crude, and didn't understand teasing at all!
Just after Bai Luo finished saying that Zuo Zixiong should convert, the latter responded as if encountering an arch enemy, with each move aiming for fatal blows.
"I, Zuo Zixiong, live as a Yong man, die as a Yong ghost, how dare you, a demon, insult me!"
"Yong man? You also know you're a mediocre man."
Bai Luo mocked while searching for a way to break the deadlock.
