Looking at Liu Zixuan's resolute face, the anger on Liu Hui Old Ancestor's face grew even more intense.
A hoarse voice emerged: "Since that's the case, then you really are an enemy of my Celestial Dao Alliance!"
Liu Zixuan shrugged slightly, took his hands out of his pockets, and the last ember of his cigarette burned out, as he spat it onto the ground: "We've been enemies since the beginning!"
"Fine! Then there's nothing more to say, use your life to start my rise to the top of the World Martial Realm!"
Liu Hui Old Ancestor shouted: "Azuo! It's your turn to make an appearance!"
In an instant, a figure appeared on one side of the mountain stream, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of Liu Zixuan.
The man known as Azuo was about 1.8 meters tall, not overly robust, but his developed muscles could be seen clearly, shirtless with dark skin, and a blood-red tiger-head tattoo on his chest, appearing exceptionally formidable.
