Those four kept insisting on seeing Nalan Jing's strength, merely wanting to see him make a fool of himself. This way, they could legitimately undermine the former War God, the former genius adored by all, the existence that was once unattainable...
Then they could say, 'You're nothing special.'
"What do you say? Do you dare to accept my challenge?" Yan Li looked up at Nalan Jing, with a hint of disdain in his deep eyes.
It's said that Nalan Jing is only twenty-six years old this year, such a young kid. Even as the young master of the Holy Hall, what real strength could he have?
"Yan Li, this is not fair! How could the master be your opponent? You started cultivating at two years old and have practiced for thirty years! Our master has only cultivated for over ten years; it's a bit bullying, don't you think?" Yan Xia retorted angrily.
Yan Li, though now thirty-two years old, looks only about twenty, appearing very young, robust, and full of youthful vigor.
