"Little demon, stop your madness, Daoist Yun Zhongzi comes to challenge..."
A young daoist, dressed in cyan robes with white cloth tied around his legs, flew onto the stage with anger, forming a sword technique in the air. Clouds of azure gathered around him as if the heavens were descending. The power was truly imposing, but Fang Xing just glanced up, holding a child in one hand and raising a sword with the other. The sword Qi roared out like mist.
"... Show your skill... Ah..."
The latter half of the man's words were cut short with a cry as he fell into Mirror Lake.
"The third one!"
Fang Xing placed his giant black sword flat on the platform and lowered his head again.
"Bai Wuye comes to challenge, little demon, if you have the ability, compete with me in spells, and see... Ah..."
