Clearly, the prince of the Demon Court is equivalent to a Saint.
Looking across the Demon Court, and the surrounding Earth Realm, in terms of duel skills, how many can match him?
Yet in this desolate Bodhisattva's Martial Hall, in a remote place, a young human master in his twenties stands evenly against him.
He's not arrogant, but his past achievements are so glorious, with just a lift of his hand, he can suppress his opponents.
Now, a younger man makes him extremely serious.
Qin Ming strikes continuously, his massive palm clashes violently with the mighty dragon claw through the night sky.
Zhou Tian is rebellious, full of vigor, with long black hair flowing, saying: "How exhilarating, Brother Zheng Guang, what other tricks do you have? Just show them all!"
