The so-called mountain no longer exists, and it couldn't even withstand the first round of the Demon-Suppressing Stele.

Su Cheng and Yu Lan waited for the smoke to clear before entering the arena to see if there were any lucky ones.

In just a moment, that person appeared uninvited.

"The Sect Leader of Lingxian Palace? You are more powerful than they described."

In an instant, a man in white appeared before them, dressed in blue robes with long, flowing hair.

It has to be said that, when it comes to immortals, the one in front of us looks more like one. Yu Lan still thinks Su Cheng looks more like a schoolteacher.

"Thank you for the compliment, but you talk more nonsense than I thought."

As the words fell, so too did the black greatsword. Ordinary swords feel light and flimsy to wield, with a poor handling feel.

"You seem very confident. Do you think you can defeat an immortal?"

"Heh, only someone like you would call yourself an immortal and think you're so strong, when in reality you're just trash."

To be honest, that man was very handsome, with a different style from Xu Zhanfeng. His clothes were flowing, and he had an ethereal air about him!

"You seem to know me very well?"

Su Cheng also opened up, and the psychological battle could also determine the winner, which could greatly affect the win rate in a match.

Su Cheng glanced at Yu Lan, pretending not to take the man seriously at all, and then spoke.

"You? Unable to get the woman you like, you sleep with someone else's partner, then get hunted down, and you still expect respect?"

"If you tell the truth like that, it wouldn't be surprising if you got beaten to death. I just couldn't be bothered with you before."

The man's expression remained unchanged; he simply said, "Are you trying to provoke me?"

"Heh, you think too highly of yourself."

"You are nothing but a skeleton in a tomb. You only managed to live for a dozen years by taking advantage of a loophole in the way of Heaven. Now your life is over."