By the time the dark clouds reached us, the temperature had dropped to freezing, and there was already a lot of frost in the air.

Wu Er looked at the dark clouds and raised his hand.

"Since you are a guest, you should take off your outer layer when you arrive at the host's house."

The outer layer, of course, refers to the dark clouds.

After all, with dark clouds, thunder, and a drop in temperature, it was inevitable that the disciples of Pengshan Sect below would be frightened.

However, the Northern Frontier Demon Saint still did not appear, and continued to maintain the dark clouds, even intensifying the thunder.

"snort."

Wu Er snorted coldly, extended a finger, and then drew out several sword energies with his bare hands.

These sword energies scattered in all directions, tearing the dark cloud into eight pieces, silencing the roaring thunder, and causing the temperature to return to normal.

"Do you really want me to do it?"

As the dark clouds slowly dissipated, Wu Er put his hands behind his back, his face calm.

After the dark clouds dispersed, light appeared on the horizon, and a figure appeared in front of Wu Er and Xiao Mingmu.

Xiao Ming narrowed his eyes and took a step back. It wasn't out of fear, but with Wu Er present, he naturally couldn't show too much.

"Everyone says you're sick, but you don't look much worse than you did back then."

A muffled thunderous sound came, causing the surrounding air to ripple continuously.

A robust middle-aged man approached and stood not far from the two.

The man had white hair and his face was covered with scars, indicating that he had endured a lot of hardship.

His physique was also extremely eye-catching; even wearing a heavy fur coat couldn't hide his explosive muscles.

This is the Demon Saint of the Northern Frontier, whose true form is a giant white bear.

Its name is Bai Xiong, which is actually a homonym for a white bear.

Wu Er's impression of him was that he was a combative guy who hardly used his brain, so his name was simple.

And so, the immortal and the demon saint met.

Wu Er has seen quite a few old acquaintances recently, but this is the first one to come knocking on his door.

"What brings you here?" Wu Er asked coldly.

The white-furred beast dusted off its thick white fur and said directly, "Of course, I came because I saw some commotion here."

That was a straightforward reason, no beating around the bush.

Although he hates pretending to be indifferent, Wu Er still has to maintain his facade when facing outsiders.

Only by remaining ruthless can one appear dangerous, thus preventing others from easily harboring malicious intent.

Wu Er's face fell again. "Tell me what's going on. If you don't, I'm sending you out."

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, causing Wu Er's white robe to flutter, making him appear quite imposing.

"Can."

The scars on Bai Xiong's face wrinkled, and then he revealed a very ugly smile, saying, "Your aura is as strong as ever, and you still look like you can fight just as well."

Wu Er's face remained expressionless as he calmly said, "Tell me what's going on, or I'll cut you with my sword again."

Upon hearing this, the white-faced man's smile widened, and he clutched his chest excitedly, saying, "Is that so? Then strike me again! I've cultivated in seclusion for so many years, all for this one strike from you!"

Another crazy guy who loves to fight.

Wu Er thought to himself.

"I ask you, why did you come here? If you want to fight, you can do it anytime, but now is not the time."

In response to Bai Xiong's questioning, Wu Er replied as follows.

Fighting can happen anytime, but everyone knows what the consequences will be.

Even if this ruthless man's brain is all muscle, he probably understands the implications.

The smile on Bai Xiong's face vanished, replaced by displeasure. "Tch... Let's wait a few hundred years, until the world recovers, then we'll find a place to settle things with a fight."

Wu Er ignored these words and continued, "If you're only here to talk about this... be discerning, see the guest out."

After saying this, Wu Er turned around and pretended to leave.

Xiao Mingmu, who remained silent, first glanced at Wu Er, then at Bai Xiong, and after thinking for a while, he made no move and continued to remain silent in place.

Because he knew that although his senior brother had said to see the guests off, it wasn't time to do so yet.

"Wait a minute." Bai Xiong said impatiently, "I did come here to challenge you to a fight, and I did find a pretext."

Wu Er turned around. "Then say it. I don't think you can speak like a woman, saying such coy things, can you?"

Using this phrase is the most effective way to handle the situation.

Because warmongers generally hate being compared to women, this kind of talk is sure to work on the not-so-bright-minded Bai Xiong.

Am I a timid person?

Sure enough, a hint of displeasure appeared on Bai Xiong's face, and then he said readily, "You lit up that flag a couple of days ago. With such a commotion, I naturally had to come and take a look. If you come out holding this flag, then we can see the battle between humans and demons again."

After hearing this, Wu Er didn't show any other expression, but simply stretched out his hand and said, "Well then, please go back."

This time, they really saw the guests off, and didn't even ask Xiao Ming to watch them leave.

Because if it really came down to seeing the guest off, no one but Wu Er could get rid of this demon saint.

"Tsk... I've come all this way, can't you let me stay a little longer?"

Bai Xiong didn't leave, but took a step forward and continued, "What exactly are you trying to do by lighting that flag?"

Judging from Bai Xiong's straightforward personality, he won't leave without getting a response.

Helpless, Wu Er could only reply, "I'm not doing anything, just fulfilling the wish of a deceased person."

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