If time could be reversed, Xu Xiaoshou swore that he would never act arrogantly again.
Demi-saint family...
That was a huge challenge for him.
If the opponent was a disabled demi-saint o a grey mist figure, then of course he would be easy to deal with. Even a warrior at the Cutting Path Stage could win the battle.
After all, the scene of the storyteller chasing after the grey mist figure was still vivid in his mind...
However, regarding the demi-saint who lived openly on this continent, Xu Xiaoshou only remembered Ai Cangsheng who came from the west with an arrow that even Elder Sang couldn't block!
Could he provoke such an existence?
He couldn't!
However, there were no ifs...
With a pale face, he looked at Jiang Xian's extended hand.