Seeing Fan Xia, Fu Yunjie and his disciple again, Di Huai's face darkened, and his eyes still held a killing intent.
At this moment, Fu Yunjie approached, proactively engaging Huang Xiaolong in conversation, seemingly casually asking, "I haven't had the honor of knowing your name, brother. What rank is your Holy Form? Is it among the top hundred?"
Huang Xiaolong responded calmly, "Huang Xiaolong. However, my talent is not as good as yours. My Holy Form is only ranked over nine hundred."
As Huang Xiaolong's voice fell, Fan Xia and Fu Yunjie's two-disciple pair were momentarily dumbfounded.
Rank, ranked over nine hundred?!
The two froze in place, not responding for a moment.
As a result, Di Huai and Huang Xiaolong flew far ahead before the two came to their senses.
