Wang Xuanzhi was a man of great spirit, and within the Demon Control Department, there had not yet arisen a new generation like Jiang Yuan.
Among his peers, there were few strong practitioners in the Tao Realm. Ma Yinglong had already become the King of Fortune and naturally could not act personally. Faced with a strongman such as the Dawn Sword Lord, he naturally did not refuse.
"That's kind of interesting, I'll go with you," Wang Xiaoyi stood up.
His flesh trembled as if the sound of thunder exploded, his terrifying aura almost uncontrollable.
Since stepping into the Tao Realm, he had internally cultivated the Mysterious Skill, his cultivation progressing rapidly. Having long resided in the capital, however, he found no use for his martial skills. Now, in the stillness, he contemplated stirring, inevitably entertaining the idea of a great battle.
"You're getting restless too, huh?" Wang Xuanzhi grinned.
"Cut the talk, let's just go."
"Alright!"