Jian Linyuan rolled his eyes.
"And you think you can beat him up?"
"Haven't you heard of his achievements at the Fire Worship Sect?"
"He can now crush you to the ground with just one hand."
Jian Weishuang bit her silver teeth slightly:
"This little freak."
"Back with the Demon Race, when he wanted to frame me, he was just a guy in the Second or Third Layer of Core Formation."
"Now he's already a Three Apertures Nascent Soul, one notch higher than me!"
She only broke through to the Second-stage Nascent Soul by relying on merits from the underworld and obtaining a portion of resources.
Yet Jiang Fan has surpassed her!
She snorted lightly, "He's fierce outside, but this is the Jian Family."
"If he dares to come, I assure you I won't kick his butt!"
Half a day later.
In the canyon.
Amidst the rolling Yin Qi, sharp whistling echoed to the sky.
A six-zhang tall giant with vacant eyes looked up and shouted.
