"Is that so?"
At this moment, Ji Haoyuan's expression suddenly turned indifferent.
He unhurriedly said, "In that case, I ask Senior Brother Meng to carefully consider whether Nanhua has such qualifications."
As soon as his words fell, an unclear yellow light appeared behind Ji Haoyuan.
Soon, a giant hand like a mountain stretched out, directly grabbing towards Meng Changtian.
Crackle—
On that giant hand, strands of yellow lightning arcs suddenly surged.
In the end, what truly determines everything between cultivators is their own strength.
"How bold!"
A fierce look flashed in Meng Changtian's eyes.
It seemed that he had been waiting for this move from Ji Haoyuan all along.
Clang!
A huge spear shadow suddenly lit up in the air.
Sharp and icy cold.
Carrying a terrifying aura that could pierce through anything.
Seeing this, the corners of Ji Haoyuan's mouth involuntarily formed a slight disdainful curve.
