Yang Cheng was utterly shocked; in a world with countless cultivation techniques, he never expected to encounter another person practicing the same technique as himself here.
"Who exactly are you?"
He asked in a deep voice, eyes fixed on the person in black, ready to launch an attack.
"You first answer me, where did you learn this cultivation technique!"
The person in black's tone grew urgent, even expressing excitement.
"You're all concealed, not daring to show your true face, clearly not a good person. Why should I tell you?"
Yang Cheng snorted coldly, crossing his arms, displaying a 'what can you do to me' attitude.
In reality, the strength of the two was evenly matched, and if they really fought, it would only end in mutual destruction. So after exchanging a few moves, neither wanted to continue fighting.
The person in black was silent for a moment, then slowly raised their hand, removing the silver mask from their face.
Under the mask was a face that stunned Yang Cheng.
