Liu Wuxie chose not to escalate the situation for everyone's safety.0

"You killed my pet and still want to leave? Not that easy!" the black-robed man sneered, landing lightly nearby. His black robes covered him entirely, even his face, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes.0

Anyone capable of rearing Drought Wraiths wasn't an ordinary person. No sane cultivator would dare raise such wicked creatures.0

"Are you truly determined to fight me?" Liu Wuxie asked, his voice calm. He hadn't suggested peace out of fear, but the other party misunderstood his intentions.0

Though the Drought Wraiths were formidable, Liu Wuxie was confident he could slay them.0

As for the black-robed man, he was merely a pinnacle of the Earth Profound Realm cultivator. Liu Wuxie had no reason to fear him. After all, just days ago, he had slain two Black Plume Pavilion assassins of similar strength.0

Moreover, after devouring their laws, Liu Wuxie had refined his cultivation further, and he was now one step away from the ninth-level Spirit Profound Realm.0

The black-robed man said nothing. He pulled out a whistle and blew into it....0