"How can it be this fast?!"
"It's truly mind-boggling!"
Zhiqiu Yiye was dumbfounded!
He had just raised his leg, without even activating any technique.
Ding Ling was already at the destination.
Zhiqiu Yiye couldn't even clearly see how Ding Ling had flown!
Is the difference really this vast?!
Doesn't this imply Ding Ling is essentially like an Immortal?!
He clicked his tongue, overwhelmed with shock, using Wind Manipulation Skill, treading atop the low tips of tough grass, whizzing all the way to a spot not far in front of Ding Ling, looked up at him, and loudly shouted:
"Hey hey, brother, just what road are you traveling on?"
Ding Ling gently floated down from the treetop, standing below, meeting Zhiqiu Yiye's gaze.
He casually shook the leaf in his hand, smiled, and said:
"Doesn't matter which road I'm traveling on. Now you've lost. Aren't you going to call me Master yet?"
"..."
