Tang Yushang floated ten zhang above the ground, her makeup-free face exquisitely flawless, her skirt dancing in the night sky, as if a heavenly immortal had descended to the mortal world.
She was full of vigor, her belief stronger than ever before.
Qin Ming looked toward the night sky, trying to sound gentle, and said, "Ready."
But the vengeful Da Tang was unimpressed. At this moment, she was glowing all over, her confidence soaring, looking down at her opponent, as she gently waved a slender, fair finger.
Qin Ming suddenly felt his hand itch, subconsciously clenching his fist hard, with an urge to knock her down. It wasn't his fault; a beautiful woman's wanton provocation could really stir emotions.
"Shall we go to the consciousness space provided by the Golden List for a battle?" Qin Ming asked.
Tang Yushang refused, saying, "No, it wouldn't allow me to showcase my true strength."
