Suddenly, a young man dressed in a black business shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes descended from the sky.
He held a cigarette in his mouth, stood steadily on the ground, and there was an arrogant and unruly look in his eyes.
At the same time, a cute young girl in black silk also descended from the sky, sitting on a stone, watching the scene with a cheeky smile.
The ghost face on the corpse of the Celestial Race showed solemnity:
"Are you the director of the Demon Club?"
Li Yang took a puff of nicotine, exhaled the smoke, and black light coiled around his hand, the Scythe of Death appeared.
The Elder Monk hurriedly stood between the two:
"We're all on the same side, calm down a little."
The corpse of the Celestial Race scrutinized Li Yang closely:
"To actually have Tier Six cultivation, this truly is beyond my expectations."
The ghost face on the corpse gradually dissipated its anger, speaking calmly:
