222 Jiang Lan Is Going To Lose?

Jiang Lan stood in the middle of the square.

He watched as Ao Man walked towards him.

A young man in his twenties, dressed in blue, was walking towards him. Every step he took exuded an invisible aura.

He was like a dazzling light.

He, who was an innate immortal, was never ordinary.

The halo had been on him since he was born.

He was always the one who would stand out among countless people.

He was very dazzling.

Jiang Lan silently muttered to himself. This was the first time he saw Ao Man, but he wasn't as dazzling as he thought he would be.

This time, it was probably because he had the conviction to win that triggered his aura.

This made him very eye-catching.

It was very difficult to win against this person.

Ao Man strode to the center of the square, not far from Jiang Lan.

"Dragon Race's Eighth Prince, Ao Man. I have come to challenge you."