As Xu Yisheng's words fell, the Seven Saints of the Demonic Path looked at him with mocking expressions in their eyes.

Little did they know, Li Zhoujun was looking at them in the same way.

"Hmph, since you've come courting death, then stay here," Xu Yisheng snorted coldly. The next moment, he raised his hands, one palm revealing a chilling moon, the other a blazing sun. The terrifying aura made everyone's scalp tingle instantly.

"Is this the power of an eighth-grade Saint of the flesh?!"