In Sword Burial Valley, Wang Ling stood in mid-air, alone facing a group of experts from the Demon Sect's Black Lotus Guard, chatting and laughing amidst the howling wind.
"Are you joking?" Red Robe's delicate eyebrows tightly furrowed as she stared coldly at Wang Ling, her red lips slightly moving.
This man actually let her kill his companion first before he would fight her!?
"Wang Ling, you..." Wei Wuya was furiously enraged.
"Shut up."
A single word from Wang Ling silenced him abruptly.
"I used to play this kind of game with my elder brother at home..." Wang Ling said with a slight smile.
When he was still in the capital, he often sparred with Jiang Yuan.
Due to the difference in their realms, every time before they fought, Jiang Yuan would pick up a chicken, and as long as Wang Ling could touch even a single feather of that chicken, he would be considered the winner.