"Taoist Hua Wei." Song Xuan roared with anger in his eyes. He was about to rush forward to attack, but then he stopped abruptly when he thought that Yang Jing'e was still in his hand. He growled, "Taoist Hua Wei, where have you taken my sister Hua? Let her go."
Daoist Hua Wei sneered and said, "Boy, you're brave enough to come here to save someone alone. Today, I'll give you a chance. As long as you can beat me, I'll let your Sister E."
Suddenly, with a whoosh, he turned around and flew backward. Song Xuan thundered and followed him to a relatively flat and open place. There was a high platform built from huge stones not far away. Four people were standing on the high platform. Three of them were Taoist Hua Wei's disciples. The other one was Yang Jing'e. She was tightly held by a female
