Jiang Fan sighed.
He was at home when trouble came from the sky.
But given the other party's aggressive attitude, he had no reason to back down.
He turned his hand to grasp the hilt of the Black Sword on his back and said calmly, "Alright, I'll play with you."
He had just broken through to the Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer, requiring a lot of combat to solidify his foundation.
Tang Tianlong, who was at the Foundation Establishment Eighth Layer, was an experienced senior disciple with rich combat experience.
Using him to hone his spiritual power was just right.
"Play with me? Haha! Hahaha!"
The relaxed tone made Tang Tianlong feel even more insulted. He laughed angrily:
"Do you really think you're stepping on my head?"
"Fine! Let me teach you your first life lesson — arrogance always leads to disaster!"
His spiritual power surged, making his clothes flutter noisily.
Just as the two were about to clash.