"Second Steward? Where is your First Steward? Does your word carry any weight?" Lu Xuan showed no mercy to the other party.
Because he could tell that the middle-aged fat man in front of him, who considered himself the second steward of the Ancient God Pavilion, had a very frivolous attitude and gaze, and kept subtly observing Mo Xiao next to him.
There was nothing he could do; Mo Xiao was just too beautiful, one in a million, and Lu Xuan had forgotten to ask her to conceal her stunning beauty.
This was also due to Lu Xuan's lack of consideration. He subconsciously thought that all cultivators had seen through the illusions of the mortal world like him, but he never expected that this chubby fake cultivator surnamed Song would be so outrageous.
"Hmph, so your name is Deacon Song? Get lost. Call your head deacon over? Looks like you don't keep your word."
"On what grounds? Your Excellency is going too far! I, Song Yiren, am, after all, the Second Steward of our Ancient God Pavilion!"
After saying that, Song Yiren took out a low-grade magic weapon, intending to catch Lu Xuan off guard.
"My dear young female Daoist, I, Song Yiren, have decided to have you, hehe..."
"Are you looking for death?"
Lu Xuan chuckled coldly a few times.
He casually unleashed a Taiyi sword aura.
It contained a trace of the power of the Devouring Divine Gold.
With a ripping sound.
Fatty Song's low-grade magic weapon, a broadsword, was shattered into a pile of dust by Lu Xuan's sword energy.
"Who are you? What kind of supernatural sword technique is this?"
Fatty Song was stunned and speechless for a moment. The reason he was confident to attack Lu Xuan was because he had this low-grade magic weapon, the Yin-Yang Thunderfire Blade. With this weapon, he once ambushed and killed a cultivator who had just advanced to the early stage of Core Formation.
But now, Fatty Song was filled with regret. His attack failed, and his magic weapon was destroyed by Lu Xuan. His face turned ashen instantly.
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