Jiang Xiaobai floated in mid-air, madly laughing non-stop.
"Come on, you're capable, aren't you? Come at me again!"
As he finished speaking, Jiang Xiaobai, wielding his sword, charged towards the severely injured Zhang Qianxue.
Suppressing his rage in his heart.
Zhang Qianxue strained herself, exerting all her strength, and roared at the same time: "Ning Luo, how much longer are you going to be a bystander!"
Only then did Ning Luo react, the shock faded from his face, replaced by a fierce, angry expression.
"Do you think you're a big shot?"
Scoffing coldly, Ning Luo joined forces with Zhang Qianxue again to launch an attack.
But this time, their joint attack was easily crushed by the force of Jiang Xiaobai's sword aura.
Jiang Xiaobai, standing with his sword, wore a mocking look on his face.
"Aren't you disciples of the 'Black Water Pavilion'? Aren't you supposed to be badass?"
"What happened to that pompous attitude?"
Both their faces turned pale as sheets.