Feeling a hint of hesitation growing in his heart, Qiao Zhongxu couldn't help but feel a bit lonely.
Over two hundred years ago, he still had the confidence to compete with Taoist Master Taiyi, but now, he couldn't even muster a trace of battle intent...
Just then, he suddenly heard a young girl's angry shout from afar:
"Godfather, I'm here to help you!"
Upon hearing this voice, Gan Xiong, who was intently watching the magical combat among the three, was momentarily stunned, then quickly returned to his senses and hurriedly tried to call them off.
"Taoist Friend Yu, no..."
But his shout was already too late.
Another streak of golden-red light swiftly appeared, charging straight at Wang Ba!
"Hmm?"
The three involved in the magical combat were somewhat surprised.
Upon seeing the sharpness within that golden-red light, Wang Ba couldn't help but show a peculiar expression:
"Yu Yu..."
"Another early-stage Eighth Tier... could the Witch Clan's way possibly ignore..."
