In a pitch-black space.
A man in a Daoist robe with his hair hanging loosely behind his back stood in the void without any support.
A few lights flashed in front of him.
Suddenly, a gap appeared in the space behind him.
A young fellow jumped in from the crack. Without a word, he took out a long sword and stabbed it at the man's back.
Although the man's eyes were closed, as if he was asleep, his dodging speed was extremely fast. In an instant, he appeared hundreds of feet away.
He slowly stood there and opened his eyes. His pupils emitted a golden light that was extremely dazzling.
"Who are you?"
The man asked first.
Li Yuanqing held his sword and stared at the man with a burning gaze.
"I should be the one asking you this! We're holding a competition here, so why are you interfering?"