The Cold Underworld Sword in Zhao Jiuge’s hands shined brightly. Perhaps this would be intimidating to someone in the same realm as him, but to Bai Xianfeng, it was like an adult watching a child play around.

When Pei Su Su saw Zhao Jiuge charging, she frowned and became worried, but she didn’t step forward to stop him. She knew Zhao Jiuge was no match, being two realms weaker, but she was almost done preparing the Soul Shattering Needle.

The needle was completely red and gave off a dangerous aura, especially when the flashes of red appeared.

Bai Xianfeng’s mouth curved up into a big smile. He looked at Zhao Jiuge charging at him like it was some big joke; he was filled with disdain.

He didn’t even bother putting much power into his sword, he just suppressed the aura...