"Did you say this?" Lan Wuyong gazes at Chen Fei from afar, his whole body is surrounded by Sword Qi, his robe flutters, and his eyes exude a chilling coldness. He now has the impulse to kill Chen Fei.
Chen Fei does not speak, looking at the opponent. This person seems too arrogant, really thinking that beyond the circle of Earth Martial City's younger generation, outside, there is no one who can match, or even surpass them? Such shortsightedness.
One must know, this world is indeed very, very vast!
Yet, at this moment, a voice rolls over from afar: "Do you really take the laws of my Earth Martial City as a joke?"
"Hmm?" Everyone's eyes narrow, looking towards the direction the voice came from, and before long, they see a figure in armor slowly approaching in the sky, an old man resembling a lion. This person, with silver hair covering his head, emits a terrifying aura that instills fear.
