"Not you?"
Surprise flashed across Bingqian's face, but the attacks in his hands did not stop. The petals of the ice-flame lotus transformed into blade after blade and swept out.
True Lord Tianlang activated a mid-grade defensive magic treasure in his hand, blocking all the lotus petals.
However, ice still condensed and spread across the light curtain.
How domineering!
True Lord Tianlang thought inwardly, then surged his magic power and shattered the ice.
"Could it be that person called Tianluo?"
"Correct. If Daoist Bingqian has the ability, you may go and fight Elder Tianluo as much as you like."
Bingqian's expression became ugly.
Although he was proud and believed there were few opponents for him in the Golden Core stage, he was not the match of a Nascent Soul in even one exchange. And Tianluo could fight Mo Wentian without falling into a disadvantage.
This showed that the gap between the two of them was enormous.
