Xie Tian heard the words, closed the Taoist scripture in his hand, and for the first time formally appraised the ugly Sword Cultivator assassin before him.
The white tiger's killing intent is extremely pure, much higher than the one he left on Mount Xiaodengfeng.
Clear sword heart, vast yet restrained Sword Intent, a top-tier Sword Cultivator.
Calm demeanor, with a slight fierce aura in his eyes; impeccable in his movements, a rare master.
The only pity is that the evil sense did not stir, making it difficult to accurately judge the opponent's combat strength.
So Xie Tian pondered for a moment, then found someone comparable to the killer's sword, Luo Jin.
"Even less than Luo Jin, who erupted with abnormal blood strength..."
Because of this, Xie Tian's tone carried some uncertainty: "Do you have a method?"
