A war against Summer Country, a visit to Under Jixuegong, the blessed land has descended many levels.
From Mianzhu Mountain to Lushui, then to Gan Mountain, and now to Hanshan Blessed Land.
Jiang Wang is, of course, already accustomed.
Of course, he understands that he now has the qualifications to be unaccustomed.
He would not overestimate himself, nor would he underestimate himself.
He acknowledges the existence of many strong individuals difficult to catch up with, peaks hard to challenge, and also acknowledges his own strength.
Just like at this moment, he sits cross-legged in the blessed land space of the Taixu Illusion Realm, silently waiting for time to pass, full of anticipation for the upcoming battle, and filled with confidence.
At this time, not far away, the ink characters on the sundial have long since changed — [The lord of Jincheng Mountain has confirmed the challenge, the challenge will begin in a quarter of an hour.]
