The muscular man looked at Ding Fan, whose face bore traces of a smile, and felt a bit puzzled. Could it be that this was a confident smile? That would be ridiculous. He should know that not only is he the most outstanding disciple of the Qinghe Sect, but according to his master, even if he were placed among all the disciples of the Thirty-Six Caves, he would definitely rank in the top three.
Yet the opponent could still smile, which is the funniest joke in the world. Does he believe that his martial arts are superior, hence feeling smug? How foolish!
"I will suppress my cultivation to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage level to fight with you, hoping you can last a few seconds in my hands. Don't let me down."
After saying this, the stalwart youth's True Qi suddenly thinned considerably, appearing similar to Ding Fan's cultivation.
At this moment, Sect Master Tian, standing nearby, looked complacent, casting a proud glance at Sect Master Gao, saying as if naturally:
