"Cheng Xuanzi, is this the strongest version of you?"
Looking at the demon over three zhang tall in front of him, Jiang Xiaobai felt a surge of passionate, heroic spirit in his heart. Even though he didn't know if he could defeat Cheng Xuanzi, he was the type who grew stronger when faced with challenges, refusing to back down.
The demon was enveloped in thick, ink-black aura. Clumps of the aura formed ghost-like figures, as if countless ghosts were clinging to the giant demon. Each ghost had a ferocious face, emitting piercing, resentful screams, truly terrifying.
Jiang Xiaobai took a deep breath, his expression cold and stern. Sword Qi surged around his body, and the Chaos Sword Skill laid down a sword web around his body, forming a protective shield.
"Jiang Xiaobai, today is the day you die! Die!"
