"What is wrong?" Tang Li Xue's perfect copy asked Lu Xingchen curiously.
"Look, that is the undead general I am talking about." Lu Xingchen said as he pointed his finger at the man wrapped in full black armor from head to toe.
The man wrapped in full black armor was sitting lifelessly in front of the ancient palace ruins, like a loyal guardian, with a pitch-black sword in his grasp.
Tang Li Xue's perfect copy failed to notice the man wrapped in full black armor because they were still thousands of meters away from him.
"Is he that strong? It looks like a dead person in black armor to me." Tang Li Xue's perfect copy muttered doubtfully.
"No need to doubt it. I am also a swordsman, so I can sense that he should be a much more powerful swordsman than me." Lu Xingchen stated confidently.
Tang Li Xue's perfect copy rolled her topaz blue eyes while saying: "So, you judge that he is much stronger than you only by your hunch as a swordsman?!"
