The man in the white robe could naturally feel the killing intent radiating from Lu Xiao.
His icy gaze grew fiercer.
"I don't like your look, I don't care who you are or what you're here to do, but if you keep looking at me like that, you're dead!" the man in the white robe declared with an air of aloof pride.
Lu Xiao touched the tip of his nose, barely holding back a laugh.
What exactly gives you the courage to speak to me this way? Is it your ranking that's beyond a thousand on the Divine List?
Someone like you, even in Black Lotus or the Abyss, wouldn't qualify to be a disciple-level assassin.
"I'll ask one last time, has my request to see your Pavilion Master been relayed?" Lu Xiao implored with a final shred of patience.
The man in the white robe sneered, "Do you think White Clothes Pavilion is just any place? And who do you think you are?"
"Do you really think you're invincible because you defeated trash like Zhou Hu? You know nothing of true power!"