With these words spoken.
The scene was eerily quiet.
Because, whether it was Gong Caiyi or Yuan Zhiyu, as well as Qin Caihe outside the hall.
They all knew Jiang Fan's true combat abilities.
The Black Lotus perished at Jiang Fan's hands.
This so-called prodigy of the Heavenly Sound Sect, no matter how strong, could he be stronger than Black Lotus?
However, Ming Youlian thought it was a joke.
"Hahaha, kid, does your Green Cloud Sect also teach the art of boasting?"
"If you were the chief disciple of the Green Cloud Sect, I might give your words some credit."
"But who do you think you are?"
"Do you even qualify to compare with our sect's chief disciple?"
"Can you match even a tenth of his achievements?"
Fu Chaohun's face grew stern.
With someone backing him, he spoke more openly:
"I don't know how strong you really are."
"But in terms of insulting people, I, Fu Chaohun, am far inferior!"
Jiang Fan stood with his hands clasped behind his back.