Wu Long's eyes flashed with confusion, but the next moment he immediately came to his senses and roared angrily, "Are you looking down on me?"
He was a True Lord!
Two True Lords sparring, and yet you say there won't be much commotion—what does that mean?
Ning Wuyang stood beside him, head lowered, silent, secretly pitying Wu Long.
Of all people, you had to challenge Xu Yang.
Isn't that just asking for humiliation?
"I never said that!"
Xu Yang shrugged and said, "Shall we duel? If you wish, then let's do it here."
"If not, then please leave."
Wu Long's expression shifted repeatedly, his gaze drifting to Ning Wuyang. Recalling Ning Wuyang's words earlier, though his anger grew fiercer, he became extremely cautious.
This fellow cannot be underestimated!
"Fine. I hope you're not just an empty silver spear, all talk and no substance!"
Wu Long's words were cutting.
The instant his words fell, he vanished from the spot like a ghost.
