Hua Xian'er cast a Wind Magic, sending Poison Wolf off the platform.
Then she looked at the young Demon Clan member and sneered, "Regardless, I am a person of the Martial World. As long as I can sever your head, what difference does it make whether I am a magician or a martial artist!"
"The primary cultivation system of the Martial World should naturally be martial artists. My purpose in coming this time is also to witness the majesty of martial artists. Unfortunately, those you sent out are a bunch of good-for-nothings," the young Demon Clan member mocked as he scanned the surroundings, "If you really want to make a move, that's fine, but you must admit that the people of the Martial World are all useless, unable to handle their basic duties and needing magicians to step in for them."
"You!"
Hua Xian'er trembled with anger.
She clenched her fists, but held back and did not make a move.
