"It seems you're really nothing but a clown." Jia Zhenjing's pale lips curled into a smile, his shoulders sprouting wings, enveloped in a faint white glow.
The white light rippled, stirring up all the dust on the ground.
"Ha ha—haven't seen a Sub-Saint Realm expert in years, didn't expect to encounter a strong opponent of the same level today, is it joy or distress?"
The Clown King let out a strange laugh, neither grim nor cheerful, his cold, thin lips curled slightly upward; in the darkness, his face as white as paper was excessively eerie.
"Neither human nor ghost, do you think you can stop me on your own?"
Jia Zhenjing clearly sensed the terrifying aura emanating from the Clown King's body.
If his guess was correct, the opponent might also be a Sub-Saint Realm expert!
Maybe even surpassing his own realm by quite a lot!
In such an unknown environment, he absolutely cannot get injured; if his body suffers serious harm, the only outcome waiting for him is 'death'!
