Master Siren was rejected again

"Startled, passive points, + 1."

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the disheveled youth who was still able to speak with strong assurance.

He is clearly a youth who had fallen to the lowest point with only a wooden sword in his hand.

But for some reason, when the words "way of the sword" were spoken, Xiao Wanfeng was sprinkled with the radiance of divinity.

He was merely standing there.

The light was insufficient at the ground floor attic of the First Pavilion in the Sky. Only his face and half of his silhouette could be seen under the backlight of the main door, however barely.

The words he spoke were so shocking that it felt deafening!

"Dong."

The old wooden bell in the hall rang in the silence.

After the sound, the young man's stubborn figure suddenly looked a little more confident.

"Gulp."

Xu Xiaoshou swallowed a mouthful of saliva.