C782 Xu Xuanmo

"I feel like someone was just peering at me..."

Xiao Ling's brow creased subtly as he sensed a gaze upon him, though it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

"Black Evil, is it..."

He murmured under his breath, a shadow passing over his eyes.

Black Fiend's prowess had reached the cusp of Martial Sovereign, strong enough to best the Nether Clear Pavilion Master